No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

I'm not going to be perfect, but I'm going to be me.

The human soul is a dark vast forest, with wild life in it.

There are no shortcuts on the road to dreams.

I wasn't thinking anything cruel while I ran my hands and lips across Chloe's body, it was simply that Chloe would probably have been disturbed by news that I was thinking at all.