Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

Never, never let a person know you're frightened. And a group of them ... absolutely never. Fear brings out the worst in everybody.

We are not just flesh and blood. And our hungers are not going to be set aside as just flesh and blood.

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness.

We need to not be in denial about what we've done, what we've come through. It will help us if we all do that.

Original thinking migrates each day in search of nourishment.

We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings.