Parisa

“-“Say no more,” Leif interrupted. “I understand. I will simply have to kill them all myself.”
-"There he goes again. I’m telling you, Danny Elfman would love to get hold of those lines."
-"Not John Williams?"
-"If you’ve got some hopelessly overmatched heroes fighting evil and some Imperial types marching, John Williams is your guy. You need a song to make people reach for a box of Kleenex, talk to Randy Newman. But if you want creepy atmospherics and spine-shivering chords to back up your casual death threats, you gotta bring in Danny Elfman.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hammered

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“What would a Frey know of honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“ethereal, adj.

You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that.”
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary