Friends help friends fight pixies.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

Home is where the heart is.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us

We are all special in God's eyes because He has designed us to carry His treasures.

I cheated on my fears, broke up with my doubts, got engaged to my faith, and now I'm marrying my Dreams.Soon I will be holding hands with Destiny!

How could you...? How?""Logically you have no right to be angry. I simply followed your l

[Liberty] considers religion as the safeguard of morality, and morality as the best security of law and the surest pledge of the duration of freedom.

One never discusses anything with anybody who can understand one discusses things with people who cannot understand.

New developments in weapon systems during the 1950s and early 1960s created a situation that was most dangerous, and even conducive to accidental war.

It's easier to write about a place sometimes when you've left it, when you can apply your imagination to your memory and let your emotions guide the writing about a place.

The first group started along the strait and narrow path, but they did not take hold of the iron rod that would keep them on the path, and they got lost in the mists of darkness

I write fiction. I make things up, it's what I do.

You have to invent the future you want.