I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as a foil. They could bite, slap, shock, wound. But unlike deeds, words couldn't really help you. No promise ever rescued a person; it was the carrying-through of it that brought about salvation.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

People are always afraid of the unknown - and banding together against the Thing That Is Different From Us is a time-honoured tradition for rallying the masses.