What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?

We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

Spontaneity is the province of youth

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.