That’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone.

Hate is not a feeling toward another, but a feeling of defeat by another.

Seriously, I don’t care if feminists hunt me down and burn me at the stake, that man crooked his finger at me, I’d follow him into a bank and rob it at his side.

Never bury something deep, baby. Takes twice as much courage to be who you are, say what you think, feel what you feel and let it show then it does to bury it.

Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.

Seriously. Who needed a real lover when you had a handsome, affectionate man who adored you, put a beautiful house over your head, gave you a great job, lavished you with fabulous clothes, shoes, purses and jewelry and would never break your heart?

We're all lost. The best chance we got is to wander this life with the people who matter.