Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?

I think there was always some scrawny dreamer sitting at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore survived to pass his genes on to the next generation.

Marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

Routine feeds the illusion of safety.

She pulled down the blanket and aimed baby Sophie's bottom at him like she might unleash a fusillade of weapons-grade poopage such as the guileless Beta Male had never seen.

Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.