The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.

I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath. “Sexy,” I said. “He looks like a rock star.

Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain.

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.