Dont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.

Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.

The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.

Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

A name is so important. A surname connects you to your past, to your family. Even a given name has meaning - why did your parents pick that particular one?

First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.

He was trying to tell me something.' Derek snorted. 'Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

Embrace the love of your life.

Maria Canals-Barrera is Cuban and from Miami and I'm part Cuban and from Miami, so needless to say she became a quick friend.

A human can alter their field, but can't change the world.

The goal [of mine] was always to work in as many different genres as I possibly could.

You can't live off potential for the rest of your life. So get up, get out and go get you some!

I was born in Washington, D.C., and I was raised in Milwaukee.

Art must not stop at the level of pleasing eyes.

It is true if you believe it to be true.

Suffering is essential for the elimination of the ego, just as it was necessary for you to scrub and scrub in order to wash the stain from my coat.

A soldier's longing to talk about his experiences of battle is a wound that never heals.