Wind howled throught the night, carrying the scent that would change the world.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

It is a better world. A place where we ate responsible for our actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and becauseit is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment.

On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.

Basically, I would be happy with any profession where I got to be creative and make things.

The greatest enemy is one that has nothing to lose.