Sometimes living takes more courage than dying.

Fairy Tales always have a happy ending.' That depends... on whether you are Rumpelstiltskin or the Queen.

The thing I want to know is, if you tell your brain not to do stuff... and it keeps doing it anyway, does that mean your mind has a mind of its own? And if it does, then who's in charge here, anyway?

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

You write to be read. That is the bottom line.

Growth in the ability to write comes in spurts.

But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.