It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.
At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.
Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes. ” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.
Crazy gets all the knives.
Rose goblins are built like porcupines - if you rub them the right way, you don't have to worry about the spines. They're sort of like people in that regard, too.
He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around. " "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.
We have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever
When I sit down to write a song, I really want the message of healing to thrive and transcend all ages.
At eight or nine, I suppose intelligence is no more than a small spot of light on the floor of a large and murky room.
I'm not someone who is a fan of a lot of violence.
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?