Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

Well, it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths... The first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villains getting what they deserve and the hero seeing what a fool he's been and marrying the heroine and happy endings and all that... But the second kind, they show you life more like it is... The first kind makes you cheerful and contented, but the second kind shakes you up.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.