You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.

Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.