I ate and read my book, this particular kind of fantasy novel that I secretly loved. It was my favorite thing to do– eat and read. The world just shut up for a while.

I remember only images, snapshots burned into me, bleeding into each other until I no longer knew the order in which they had happen.

Everyone said they were witches. I desperately wanted to believe it.

Fantasizing about the future is not wrong until and unless you are not missing the beauty of the present!

Life tells the most beautiful stories.

Some people can find all the peace of mind they need in a good, satisfying conflict.

Irony is the glory of slaves.

People are just dumb. They misunderstand.

When I find a look that I like, that's my entire wardrobe.

The players themselves can be classified into two groups- the attractions and the entry fees.

Commitment is a big part of what I am and what I believe. How committed are you to winning? How committed are you to being a good friend?

I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.