But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

Never give up! And write for yourself first and foremost.

Do not be cursed by documented findings and so-called facts

American Idol, I love. I think it's a passing fancy but not passing so soon.

If you submit a search of the following phrase on Google, you get over four hundred returns, and they are often very strange ones: "I have more information in one place than anybody in the world."

Vampires are so sexy and powerful - they're so otherworldly; they have eternal life and youth.

I always think coming out is something that you do for people who really deserve it. It should be.

Life is sometimes very complicated, but we can purposely learn to enjoy the simple yet powerful and beautiful things God has created!

The most important thing to remember is you must know your audience.

Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection.

No matter through what realms of the fantastic you may travel, you arrive inevitably at the commonplace.