Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?" "Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

I get it," said Link. "Even if it wrecks everything, even if you know you're gonna get busted, sometimes you gotta do it anyway." "Something like that.

You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.

I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.