“I consider myself an atlas. Sort of an Arnold Schwarzenegger with a Nigel Tufnel twist. I walk close to edges; I kiss them with my toe.”

“But once in a while… I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.”

Richelle Mead book Last Sacrifice

“I constructed a machine that I imagined was capable of taking me as high as I wanted to go. I launched myself into the air from the edge of a cliff. But I had miscalculated, and I crashed into the valley below.
I returned to my room, quite rumpled but not discouraged. I took some beef marrow and slathered it all over my body, which was bruised from head to toe. I fortified my courage with a bottle of cordial and went back for my machine.”

Cyrano de Bergerac (1619–1655) French novelist, dramatist, scientist and duelist

“Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.”

Richelle Mead book Spirit Bound

“Nigel Barton: Eh dad, why do you always walk in the middle of the road?
Harry Barton: I don't know.
Nigel Barton: What do you think the pavement's for?
Harry Barton: Dogs to poop in, by the looks of things!”

Dennis Potter (1935–1994) English television dramatist, screenwriter and journalist

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

William Shakespeare Othello

“I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. It was the sort of knowledge that kept you on your toes.”

Jeannette Walls book The Glass Castle

“I will always be there. I will walk across the whole planet if I have to.”
I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’ll meet you halfway.”

Ilona Andrews American husband-and-wife novelist duo

“I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940) American novelist and screenwriter

“I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever. (Fang)”

Sherrilyn Kenyon (1965) Novelist