Well, for one, you walk around like you’re so much better than everyone else. We’re all a bunch of soulless animals or somethin’ in your eyes, I guess. You’re the high and mighty one and I ain’t fit to drink your piss.
— Michael MonroeIt's time, Perry'. He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.
— Veronica RossiI have been speaking to you all of your life. In the gurgle of a tide pool, I breathed myself into you. I drew you down from the trees and I lifted you onto your feet. I freed your hands to become your tools so that you would cradle me in my old age, but you have turned on me. My strongest warrior for life, you have been transformed into an insatiable messenger of death. Only a few of my children are still listening when I howl to them, crying in the night, sending the oceans in great surges to cleanse my land -- to cleanse, and to warn you who no longer listen. I WILL BE HEARD.
— Sarah WardenSound bytes. Catch phrases. Sales pitches. Words. All lexical legitimizing. ‘A rose by any other name…’ he said. In the end it’s all propaganda.
— J.A. WilloughbyThe paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
— George OrwellHe Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.
— Lauren OliverFear walks through the City, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare to speak.
— Ayn RandHe could argue a case for anything, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s wrong most of the time.
— Michael MonroeThere has to be beauty left in the world, Julia,' said Kiyu. 'Otherwise we have nothing.
— Erica LindquistThey walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.
— Stephen King