But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is a kind of magic.