I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.

Power makes you a monarch, and all the fancy robes in the world won't do the job without it.