My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.