Laugh all you want. I know my own worth and don't need to prove it to someone who doesn't know theirs.

Ever since I was really little, I've had characters that were in my mind.

Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the same person. We are not our bodies; we are our thoughts. As they form, they define who we are, and create the reality of our existence.

Once lucky, twice confident, and thrice dead.

I am who I am; no more, no less.

Richard started to walk away. Zedd called his name. He stopped and turned. Just be glad she cares for you as much as she does. If she didn't, she might have touched you." Richard stared back at him a long moment. "I'm afraid, in a way, she already has.

I never could understand why some writers treat women as helpless. Every woman I know is strong in her own unique way.