Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

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.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it’s okay, whatever is happening is okay.

Most women complain that there are no single, straight men left. I’d just like to meet one who’s human.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.