Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy." -white oleander

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.