I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me." "Yet you would have shot him." I shrugged. "I never said I was consistent, just serious.

I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I'm too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print

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

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that you're going to need the weapons more.