Weird is good, strange is bad.

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.

So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club." Amon said.

I like rough edges. That's what makes a person real.

Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.