Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

The next stage of evolution is the evolution of perception, the evolution of the mind.

The line between the allure of liberty and the menace of of anarchy is often blurred." From: Caspian Diary

I hope readers will do what I do when I read a novel I like: talk in ways that will illuminate their own lives.

You can’t really worry too much…about what the competition is doing or what other people in your field are doing. It has to be a true vision.

Diplomacy, if properly practiced, is not just talking for the sake of talking.

I regularly read Internet user groups filled with messages from people trying to solve software incompatibility problems that, in terms of complexity, make the U.S. Tax Code look like Dr. Seuss.

I don't see light as something that falls, but as a positive force.

It is through observation and perception of atmosphere that he [the artist] can register the feeling that he wishes his painting to give out.

Never run out on me again. No matter what happens, you stay and fight. Yell at me, argue, throw something at me, whatever you want to do, but never walk away from me. Promise me that.

No action will be considered blameless, unless the will was so, for by the will the act was dictated.