I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

If people would write exactly what I wanted to read I wouldn't feel so compelled to write myself

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

I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.

Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.