And see ye not that braid braid roadThat lies across that lily leven?That is the path of wickednessThough some call it the road to heaven

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three

I'm not here to change the world, just your perception of it.

I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

I just don't like to ask for things.

You are either going forward or you are not.

The goal is to become the unique, awesome, never to be repeated human being that we were called to be.

My sense is that you can never teach anybody anything, or change anybody in ways that they don't already have in mind.

The mark of a true crush... is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.

Lots of times it really doesn't matter what notes you play, but what notes come before and after a run.