"Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop."

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.

Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.