I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every painful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia.

Patrick: Is fear rith maith nά drochseasamh. Jessica:And that means what? Patrick: A good run is better than a bad stand. Jessica: Oh. And that means what? Patrick: It means, Jessica, that life is about choices. Sometimes you fight, sometimes you flee, but you never surrender.

At this point, a spaceship could land on Main Street and Elvis could saunter out singing Love Me Tender, and I wouldn't be surprised

I would rather my enemy's sword pierce my heart then my friend's dagger stab me in the back. Faustus - Don't Talk Back To Your Vampire