And then Evan Walker kisses me.
Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.
I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.
Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected
Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.
Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.
You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it
When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.
To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.
The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.
You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.
Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.
Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.
You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.
I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.
In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.
The next time you better have a good reason," I tease him. "Okay." He kisses me again. "Reason?" I ask softly. "Um. You're really pretty?" "That's a good one. I don't know if it's true, but it's good.
But we fall only that we might rise, Alfred. All of us fall; all of us, as you say, screw up. Falling is not important. It is how we get up after the fall that's important.
That's a stupid question,' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.' 'No, it's a philosophical question,' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.
Miss Marks, you see, makes her living by...entertaining young, and not so young, sailors...or any other members of the armed forced, or civilians, who enjoy...being entertained by ladies who...entertain.
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.
Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.
Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.
The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
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