I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).

Hearts are tough, Most times they don't break. Most times they are only bend

Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.

I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

People seem to think there's a magic formula to writing, i just write 1 word at a time.