And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.

Carrying a grudge in your heart or in your mind is like carrying a bunch of thorns on your body. You are just choosing to prick yourself with it.

The lack of information is what makes one go to the desert in search of some seafood.

Every successful sports season I had included detailed daily itineraries. We received one in the morning and one before practice, and they set us up to win.

I count it as a major victory to not only be on a series that's had a full season run, but to actually be on one that's gotten picked up for a second season.

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

I find writing extremely difficult. I usually have to drag myself to my desk, mainly because I doubt myself. And it's getting harder because I want to improve with every book.

I do get a lot of requests for specific things.

The man of culture finds the whole past relevant; the bourgeois and the barbarian find relevant only what has some pressing connection with their appetite.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.