I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.

Bedevil the devil and devil be dammed. I fear no devil and bow to no man. - Adam Black