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In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.

It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.

People say you fall in love, but fall is such a sad word when you think about it. Falls are never good. You fall on the ground, you fall behind, you fall to your death. Whoever was the first person to say they fell in love must have already fallen out of it. Otherwise, they'd have called it something much better.

Now that I've forgiven myself, the reminders of him only make me smile.

There was before you and there was during you. For some reason, I never thought there would be an after you.

Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it's an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.

We're all just a bunch of sad people doing what we have to do to make it until tomorrow.

Happiness isn't some permanent thing we're all trying to achieve in life, it's merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are just substantial enough to keep us going.

Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can.

No matter how much you love someone, you can still do despicable things to them.

So, you decide right now, right here. Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?

In a matter of a few weeks, I went from hating you to liking you to wanting the world for you, so forgive me if those feelings sometimes overlap.

He smells like limes and bad decisions.

How many losses can one person take before they just throw in the f*cking towel, Scotty? Because it sure is starting to feel like I'm all out of wins, here.

Crying seems to be the only thing left in life that I'm good at. Crying and making bad decisions.

Sometimes I wonder if we're all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways?

"Mercy is the sweetest wine and the bitterest wormwood," Eliss, the mother, said. "For it rewards the merciful and shames the guilty."

Is a lie really a lie if it is honestly believed?

War is always an adventure to those who've never seen it.

A fool is any man who doesn't think he's a fool.

I cannot believe the path to victory lies in staining our souls so black we become indistinguishable from those we fight.

But people are still people, however comfortable their surroundings. They lie, they feud, they betray and however much you give them, they always want more.

A man doesn't know his true strength until he fears for his life.

Give them the right lie and they'll believe it.

Choice is a lie. The greatest of lies.

A historian is a hunter, my lord. Seeking out signs in the undergrowth of correspondence and memoir, tracking prey via the spoor of memory.

It's always the way with great men, they can't see the knives of those who live in their shadow.

It was a curious effect of pain that time became infinite, every instant of agony prolonged to the ultimate.

"If the stars in the sky are not fixed, then nothing is fixed. Nothing is eternal, all is temporary and ever-changing." She turned away from the stars, meeting his gaze. "Nothing is fixed, my lord. No course is so set it cannot be changed."

"Cruelty is in all of us," he said. "But they made it a virtue."

"Put more than one philosopher together and you'll birth an argument," Erlin commented. "A truism I've observed the world over. In fact, I once saw one argue with himself, it got quite violent in the end."

Only in war does the madman become sane.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

Top-half students may use the Groom Room. Bottom-half students should use the time to reflect upon their mediocrity!

I'm a man. Men don't cry. I'm just… leaking from my eyeballs.

Nothing in life is guaranteed. You can't predict how many days you'll have on this Earth, how many more sunsets you'll be here to see. I want you to make me a promise. Always watch the sunset, baby girl.

When you meet the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life, they make you whole. They're your other half. Yes, life can be good, but once you meet your other half, it's f*cking wonderful.

And I lived in a dorm full of girls, all on the same damn menstrual schedule, so the fact that you're worse than all of them combined speaks volumes about your character.

I wanted to gouge my eyes out. Or better yet, stick a fork in one of the airbags she called a boob and watch her fly away.

You were wearing shorts at Trick and Nona's barbeque the first time I noticed your legs, how goddamn long and smooth they were. I wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around my waist while I was inside you, or my head when I had my face buried between your thighs.

I'm fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.

I lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.

I am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.

My sadness isn't a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop.

Life never misses an opportunity to upscuttle us, I think. Life likes to tell us it told us so.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

I didn't fall for you, you tripped me!

Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen.

I guess that's part of growing up, too - saying goodbye to the things you used to love.