The world is bigger than you know, and scarier than you might imagine. The only currency worth anything is being true to yourself, and the only goal worth seeking is finding out who you truly are.

Even as she'd been writing it, she wondered if she was using too many exclamation marks, but she was glad she left them in. Nothing says "all is good in the world" like exclamation marks, after all.

Only a heathen would bring a gun to a sword fight.' And only a moron would bring a sword to a gunfight.

Guild doesn't like me." "That's true." "He doesn't like you, ether." "That is mystifying.

People!" she screamed. "There are people here! New people!

I know how easy it is to be swept away by stories, by things you wish were real.

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?