No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn