Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here and the Now--in this bright, laughing moment--and let the Hours to come take care of themselves.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Words are sexier than flesh.

Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

You just have to trust your own madness.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.