Nate Cross Quotes

#1. Truth itself is something you live, not something you think.

Martha Beck

#2. I believe that man is in the last resort so free a being that his right to be what he believes himself to be cannot be contested.

Georg C. Lichtenberg

#3. As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

Sarah Dessen

#4. Yeah." The anger and shock were fading, replaced by an awful helplessness that felt a whole lot worse. "I can't believe anyone would hurt her like that." He looked up at him. "Honest to God, Nate, she's a sweetheart. How in hell could someone do that to her?

Kaylea Cross

#5. Guys said you did good today." He made a face. He'd done his job, nothing more. God knew he'd have taken on any threat to protect Taya. "Wish I'd been able to get more out of the bastard before he went to his seventy-two virgin dating service in the sky.

Kaylea Cross

#6. But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.

Sarah Dessen

#7. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

Miguel De Cervantes

#8. Thus the very purpose of [Christ's] self-giving on the cross was not just to save individuals, and so perpetuate their loneliness, but to create a new community whose members would belong to him, love one another, and eagerly serve the world." 27

Nate Palmer

#9. Yesterday, when you said you told everyone, what did you mean?"
"Everyone important, I guess. I mean, I didn't rush out to inform my mailman or anything."
"Oh, he knows," Nate said offhandedly.
"Oh. Okay," I said, thrown. "Well, I guess I can cross him off the list.

Cary Attwell

#10. I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.

Veronica Roth

#11. Rapacity plus taste is a formidable combination, since it so often passes for intelligence. One pities the artist in a world of such predators, all of whom are deeply engaged in the arts too.

Gilbert Sorrentino