“There was something in her eyes that drew me in. I wanted to make the sadness she tried to hide go away.” -Cage York”

No one expected the preacher’s daughter to sin, but they sure would love to catch me at it.

Hello Rush,” she said, breaking the silence. The sound of her voice almost sent me to my knees. God, I’d missed her voice. “Blaire,” I managed to say, terrified that I’d scare her away just by speaking.

I perfected the art of being uninteresting.

You’re my exception.

You think this necklace is a tailsman?” “Yep, I’m not stupid Leif. I hang with Death, ya know.

I’m here because the reason I get up each morning, needs me as much as I need her.” -Jax Stone

Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I’m sorry that I can’t leave here. I’m protecting those I love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep.

This may be invading her privacy but I was Death, dammit. I should get some privileges

Don’t. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer,” he mumbled into my hair

Um,i’m going shopping for a dress for the Homecoming Dance with Miranda,Wyatt and Leif.” Dank chuckled.”So,Leif’s wearing a dress?

What if she never remembers?” “Then you better make her fall in love with you, again.” “How did I do it the first time?” “You let her in.

Last question. Why do you love Della? – Braden Until Della walked into my life I didn’t understand the idea of love. I had never been in love and experienced very little love in my life. But I’d seen it once -Woods

Why couldn’t I have just made it home without seeing them? I wasn’t in the mood to play good freaking Samaritan to Beau and his trashy girlfriend.

Did you really think I would be this excited about college if I thought I’d be leaving my girl behind?

You’re my existence. I’m yours

The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.

I’m just a potato that won’t quit. I’m a potato with some legs. Some have eyes, I’ve got legs.

Tamaki to Kyoya: I thought you wanted more because your eyes don’t show satisfaction now.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you’ll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness falsifies everything, whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes.

Fix your eye on the ball from the moment the pitcher holds it in his glove. Follow it as he throws to the plate and stay with it until the play is completed. Action takes place only where the ball goes.

They say that these are not the best of times, but they’re the only times I’ve ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.

A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And by doing so he draws the reader’s eye from its usual groove into a new way of seeing things.

It doesn’t seem that long ago to me that the word ‘irreverent’ seemed affixed to my name. ‘Irreverent newcomer.’ I went from irreverent to venerable in what seems to me like the blink of an eye.