I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.