Woe is the mind of the common man, so easily controlled by the prospect of an ambition never to be truly attained. This is what tyrants live on and by what commoners are blissfully burdened...

PROLOGUE Some years ago in the Planet Orfheus … It was dark when Lucius reached the rendezvous which had been chosen to be the new hideout. The latter had been used for several months and...

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

…I would want to spend it with you. Even if we had thousands of nights, I would want to spend every single one of them with you.

I opened the door of my mother’s stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped...

Angel I’ve loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. It’s only ever been you. It will always be you, marry me?

Rise like the hero you were born to be, or die the slave you think you are.

Saw a show on Discovery Channel that talked about how energy and matter can’t be destroyed. It can only change and that got me thinking that maybe there is something more than just this life....

I kissed Ryan, and it charged him up like a freaking Duracell.

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn’t hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

He smiles at her before ever opening his eyes. The innocence in his face ensnares. Wraps her heart in a cocoon.They did this to him. The Society. Constructed that smile with malicious expectations. Now she...

I’m falling in love with you.” As the words left his mouth, his lips pressed to mine, giving me the most intense and explosive kiss I had ever had. With the coldness of his lips...

Who ends up with their first real boyfriend? Yeah, no one.- Courtney

A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

Your passions don’t have to connect to one another and no one needs to sign off on them. Passion isn’t logical… it’s only the fuel which keeps our souls alive. Let it be that simple.

I think I knew from the first moment I met her, she would be the one to replace me. I didn’t think it would happen that fast, but it did.

People make mistakes all the time –some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.

Being a spy was something like standing on the south shore fending off a hurricane with a $2 poncho and an umbrella.

Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?”Sin: “Clive, I was with you from ‘I’m a social worker.

Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.

I don’t like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I’ve never heard a phone ring before and I don’t know what’s supposed to happen next. Hello?

My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn’t my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little...

Every day is its own infinity, every hour, its own eternity, every minute, its own forever.

Try and stop me.

I want to have a record of your nudity in one of my works of art.”~Larsson TIGER

‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in...

You two are bad, sneaking behind Mr. Caswell’s back, getting a little something, something on the side.

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. “What’s this?” he asked, raising a brow. “You’ll need...

I’m sorry,” I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast...

You can always tell the heart of man by what he do, and by what he don’t do…

At what point do they believe what’s been branded on their skin instead of just knowing who they are on the inside.

After all, it seemed far nobler to give up one’s life to the light than to the dark.

Dear Matthew-There’s one more thing I didn’t get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time. This...

Love or hate my work. I write not to impress. It’s just in me to give.

Cinderella of course,” Danielle giggled.

If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people’s pity.

From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight.

If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn’t know...

I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way.

Do you ever wear leather?” the guy asks.”What?””Leather. Do you like leather?””It doesn’t exactly wipe me out.””I like to see boys in leather.”I look at him cool. “Okay,” I say, “what is it you want...

there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done

Personal opinion time: some of the bravest, strangest, coolest stories right now are being told in the young adult space. It’s stuff that doesn’t fly by tropes or adhere to rules — appropriate, perhaps, since...

And once you’ve been to this Center, this Truth, you’ll know your way everywhere. You are never lost again.

Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing me his shirt. The sight of him with no shirt on...

I liked to count my blessings in a world where they were so few, and he was one of mine.

The marks we leave are too often scars.

Oil and Water, Daddy calls us. At four years younger than me, Katie is only fourteen and she already has half the boys in town eating from her pretty little hand. She tells me I...

Ouch! I feel bitch slapped– Matt Carter

You can’t let your light die out. Yours is the only light on my dark path. Without it, I will be forever lost.

How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?