Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

By 17, I was submitting to publications and collecting my first rejection slips.

A flower may be beautiful all on its own, but a person is never truly beautiful unless someone's eyes show him that he is beautiful.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

It always amazes me how many women like dangerous men. Men who almost from the moment you meet them, you know are bad news. Me, I prefer my men kinder, gentler, nice. Niceness is highly underrated by most people.

I sipped my own coffee, heavy on the sugar and cream, trying to make up for the late work the night before. Caffeine and sugar, the two basic food groups.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.