I clearly understand, first, that the real human being is a poet and, second, that [the tyrant] is the incarnate negation of a poet.
This was the mark of deep infatuation, he thought: the desire to watch a woman talk just to see her lips move, to be around her.
At times, it's better to think of exactly what is happening right in front of you every second, rather than going through things from the past in your mind.
A girl can dream can’t she? My new life plan is to stumble into every office of a CEO until I find a Christian Grey.
True strength is knowing that you don't have to be strong every single second of the day.
Look at me, making one of your dreams come true. You and your Norm truck driving around Normville." "You're practically a god.
I had seen a different side of her, the one where she didn't feel threatened by me, and I liked that side. That side was vulnerable and happy and kind.
If you try a joke a second time and nobody laughs, don’t tell a different joke—tell different people.
Why are you lying to me? I'm so tired of people lying to me. Do I not deserve the truth? Do I look like someone who can't handle it?
He sighed. "Does it get tiring?" "What?" "Always thinking you're right." I smiled. "No, not really. It's other people not realizing I'm right that gets tiring.
As he himself said, "I will prove it to you, gentlemen, and i will prove it in two ways. First in the blinding clarity of the facts, and second, in the dim light cast by the mind of his criminal soul.
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.
What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?
And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.
Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their mind.
I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).
She says it's really not very flattering to her that the women who fall in love with her husband are so uncommonly second-rate.
Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian’s. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being trusted.
Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.
If this book looks like it took me 15 minutes to put together, that’s because it did! 30 seconds to write it, and 14.5 minutes to illustrate it. (The translating was instantaneous).
