During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious.

Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything.

You okay now ?" he asked. "Okay." He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

It's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.