I suppose I'm most influenced by any good, commercial writer. I learn from everyone.

I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Consider yourself lucky for having met him, for he's the kind of man who'll prove you right.

After I got shot, you want to know the very first thing that entered my mind? The U.S. Mint. I am coin in the U.S. Army. Now, I have two small holes in me. I'm no longer perfectly culled. Do you want to know the very last thing that entered my mind, You.

That’s the thing about life, he knew. There was always a but.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

Even though he was here, she couldn't quite process it. She squeered her eyes shut before opening them again. Yep, still there. Amazing.