I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They look like Mama's diamonds. Or, They look like all the souls in heaven.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.

I just love historical fiction.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either