Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

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

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

"I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet. "Did you take it?" "Would I be calling you if I had?" "Maybe," I said. He laughed. "True, but I'm not going to take it." "Why not?" "Friendship." "Try again," I said. "I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you." "Comforting."

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.