My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?

The kiss was the definition of perfect. True, it lacked the heat, the passion, the breathlessness of the living-world kiss she had given Milos, but this had something greater. More than a flash of fire, it had an unbreakable, perhaps eternal bond of connection. Mikey had transformed back into himself by the end of the kiss, and the moment their lips parted he knew, as he should have known long, long ago, that no one - not Milos, not another Afterlight, not anyone in any world - could ever come between him and Allie, from now until the day they met their maker.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.

The moment you're loved, that's when you got your soul.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

Monster only had the power that you gave them