He threw the knife at Karian’s face, deliberately catching his temple. “Sons of Kings shouldn’t play with sharp toys.

I became lost in a world darkened beyond any known shade of black, and the only light that I have seen since...is you.

Take me on a journey to the place of souls, ” she whispered as he moved closer. “I want to close my eyes and feel a little piece of heaven…with you.

La prueba de ausencia no es prueba de ausencia

She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~

I do think there's some aspect of being a novelist that is a little crazy making.

God is not a personality outside of you. What God is, is inextricably part of what you are. God is the dimension of depth within you.

The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

I still feel the impulse to give young writers a hearing, and I believe I have played more unpublished compositions than any other band leader in the country.

With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.

I'm very driven by writing.

When I am writing my problems become invisible and I am the same person I always was. All is well. I am as I should be.