Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed)