Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

Aunt Mercy put down her tiles, one at a time. I-T-C-H-I-N. Aunt Grace leaned closer to the board, squinting. "Mercy Lynne, you're cheatin' again! What kinda word is that? Use it in a sentence." "I'm itchin' ta have some a that white cake." "That's not how you spell it." At least one of them could spell. Aunt Grace pulled one of the tiles off the board. "There's no T in itchin'." Or not.

He saved the world, but he shattered mine.

It's not easy to be Light when you've been Dark. It's almost too much to ask anyone. -Macon Ravenwood

So you are a vampire." "I most certainly am not." He looked annoyed. "That's such a common phrase, such a cliche, and so unflattering. I suppose you believe in werewolves and aliens too. I blame television.

There are more reasons for people's actions than the number of actions that are actually set in motion.

For me a book has always been a chance to reach out and connect to someone and not be alone.