That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.

Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

Neither love nor evil conquers all, but evil cheats more.