When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?

Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend?