Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.

Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name." "It's Taylor's middle name.

Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.

When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.

When a woman has not received much flattery in her life, she will be seduced.

The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.