Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.

Anyone that has character leaves a mark on another. Would you like to leave the world without making a ripple?

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

I think those who have impact and influence over us are often unaware.

You spend your life getting walked on, you learn to recognize the tread.

Every single book is a challenge.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.