I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

Are you saying you don't love me?" Hazael asked Liraz. "Because I love you. I think." He paused in contemplation. "Oh. No. Never mind. That's fear.

It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

The sooner you learn to finish things, and as a matter of course finish your creative endeavors, the better. It took me a long time to learn that.

My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I’ve ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn’t even know my face could do this. It’s like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.