Dear Dad, When you sent me to school that morning, I thought you loved me. But now I see you for what you are. You called me a monster and a freak. But you’re the one that raised me.

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they're coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?

If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

The darkest minds never fade in the afterlight.

Awareness is the eye through which we can experience abundance.

Dreams are achieved by sweat, blood, tears and an iron will!

What really decides consumers to buy or not to buy is the content of your advertising, not its form.

Pursue your goals even in the face of difficulties, and convert adversities into opportunities.

If you look deeply inside them you'll only see eternity; whereas with most human beings, when you look inside, you'll see all kinds of different things.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I'd left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.

There were poets before Homer.

There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.

[Vernon Jordan] and [Bill] Clinton would be in the same golf cart, they'd been out there playing golf, and every other word, folks, was what people hate [Donald] Trump for today!