I have a smoke grenade in my room," I said. "What?" Megan asked. "How?" "I grew up working at a munitions plant," I said. "We mostly made rifles and handguns, but we worked with other factories. I got to pick up the occasional goody from the QC reject pile." "A smoke grenade is a goody?" Cody asked. I frowned. What did he mean? Of course it was. Who wouldn't want a smoke grenade when offered one?

To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

Remember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it's never going to be perfect on your first pass.

The finest defense of character is correct action. Acquaint yourself with virtue, and you can expect proper treatment from those around you.

People with passion are people who will destroy - for a man's passion is not true until he proves how much he's willing to sacrifice for it.

Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.

It sounds to me, young one," Haddek said, "that you are searching for something that cannot be found." "The truth?" Sazed said. "No," Haddek replied. "A religion that requires no faith of its believers.