Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude..

Some things you don't have to promise. You just do..

Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream. The endless night will fall, and I will rise. I long for that night. I do not fear ….

He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square..

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me..

When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie wo….

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting sho….

Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication..

A word of advice, Will Henry. When a person of the female gender says she wants to show you something, run the other way. The odds are it is not some….

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement..

The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long..

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME..

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever..

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 ….

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….

Is it any wonder the power this man held over me - this man who did not run from his demons like most of us do, but embraced them as his own, clutchi….

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima….

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?.

When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and….

You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece..

Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong..