I'm more interested in plot than theme, but I hope my values find their way into my stories: kindness, sympathy, effort, and humor!

I was no hero. The dearest wishes of my heart were for safety and tranquility. The world was a perilous place, wrong for the likes of me.

I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.

Step follows step, Hope follows Courage, Set your face towards danger, Set your heart on victory.

I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook.

That's funny, you're funny. I like you, I'm quite taken by you.

I know all about you," Char announced after we'd taken a few more steps. "You do? How could you?" "Your cook and our cook meet at the market. She talks about you." He looked sideways at me. "Do you know much about me?