Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.
You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be... and trust me I've thought about it. A lot.
Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.
Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there.
We Were young. He didn't love me. He just thought he did. Simple as that.- Blaire Lynn
On the bright side, I'm sure this isn't the last time you'll ever get firebombed, so maybe you'll have better luck next time.
I can't look at you. I don't want to talk to you. I just want my things. I want to go home.-Blaire Wynn
Whatever we had is over. It died the minute I walked downstairs and realized the world I'd always known was a lie.- Blaire Wynn
He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, 'I am not afraid.
[Fireheart]mewed,"It's not my place to judge you." Greystripe looked up as Fireheart went on." Greystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend.
I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby. 'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.
Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work.
No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in the innermost center of his work.
Yes, he's an equal opportunity asshole," Szilard said. "And he's aware of it, which he thinks means it's okay.
To everyone who thinks writing a sequel should be easy because you've already clreated the universe: Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Heh. No.
You need to stop caring what people who don't matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing.
When you steal from the library, you are preventing anyone else from reading that book, and the very notion makes me want to drop you in the Void.
If you raise a daughter to be both independent and an excellent marksman, you have to accept the fact that your control over her actions is at an end.
There were many things they simply didn't talk about: between them, silence was not so much a form of evasion as a way for solitary people to exist in a family.
She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.
