Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.