Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Sometimes you dont wake up. But if you happen to you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that's not so bad. Sometimes lives instersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

Authors have to write for their characters, for who they are, that's the strength of books. Don't worry about censors. Just write the story you need to tell and the rewards will come.

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.