I am not a morning person. Never have been - never want to be. As a matter of fact, I am vaguely distrustful of people who bound out of bed early like demented puppies. It's barbaric to wake up before 9:00 a.m.

If you're too scared to put your dreams, thoughts, desires, fantasies on paper and share them with the world, then being an author isn't the right career for you.

Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.

Da, hes waiting for me to tell the two of you our news first, then he'll join me." He cocked a dark brow at her. "And why would he not come to your mother and me first and ask permission to handfast with you, as is the honorable thing to do?" She cocked her own brow, mirroring his expression perfectly. "Because he's not stupid. Anyone with any sense would be scared of you two. But even scared to death, he wanted to come with me. I wouldn't let him. I knew I needed to talk to you alone first.

People who are filled with hate don't know how to handle love.

You can't win integrity and honor from games. You can only earn them from living a life dedicated to those ideals.

We all have bad things inside us, and we all choose either to give in to those bad things or to fight them.