He was dead. He just didn't know it yet.

Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.

She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

-- So this is the measure of your God's Mercy.-- No. This is the measure of Pharaoh's soul.

Possibility is not a facet of opportunity. It's one of fate. And I've never been one to fear destiny.

Too much focus on miracles create a beggarly mentality.

The conviction that everything that happens on earth must be comprehensible to man can lead to interpreting history by commonplaces.

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

As someone who tried to be great. I don't know if one ever gets to greatness, but I've put in a good effort, and will continue to do so.

I have no baggage in politics. I've never been a politician. I don't owe anybody anything.

Sometimes, we need to be strangers to ourselves. Then the hidden light in our soul will illuminate what we need to see.

I am very into genealogy and heritage, and that's how I started writing.

Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)