Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

If superstition could contradict science, the world may as well be on the back of a turtle. But giving into turtle worship was a bridge too far.

She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

Whatever problems we encountered, we put there. If we trace the line back, every struggle derived from some decision we made. It is not chance, it is how we teach ourselves.

…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.

The seed of an urban legend find fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.

Magic was not in glitter and sparks. Real magic didn't need to be.

None of us just pop into the world fully formed, so it's the little facts that make us.

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.

.. And then he remembered that darkness was his best friend and it will always be.

When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.

...She expected people to accept her for who she was. But she never really accepted herself.

A soul can create only when alone.

This may be the age of automation, but love is still being made by hand.

I think I got left behind somewhere, because, you know, I'm still a romantic

I play piano and write better than I can sing.

Any committee that is the slightest use is composed of people who are too busy to want to sit on it for a second longer than they have to.

God Himself has reserved no right of revision of His own laws nor is there any need for Him for any such revision.

My father brought me a box of books once when I was about three and a half or four. I remember the carton they were in and the covers with illustrations by Newell C. Wyeth.