I can’t live without the sun shining down on my face, and I can’t dream without the stars kissing me goodnight.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

The shame that tormented me was all the more corrosive for having no very clear origin: I didn’t know why I felt so tainted, and worthless, and wrong-only that I did, and whenever I looked...

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

I’m expecting a miracle. Don’t taint it with logic.

[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things,...

She’d stutter all the reasons why she shouldn’t, shaking her head adamantly. But her body..her body would grow hot with excitement. She’d get wet at the thrill of it. So fucking wet that i’d smell...

Holy fuck. Testing, testing. Is this thing on or has Botox already begun to corrode her brain cells?