Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.

Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.

And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.

Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.

What I would not like is to be ignored. I write from the heart. I don't write for me. I write for my readers.

A little drowsing cat is an image of perfect beatitude.

Thoroughbred racing is really my true passion. I'm living my dream.

When time stops, matter stops.

I learned that as long as I had anything in my heart or head I still felt necessary to hide, it would not work. I had to come to peace with everything.

Sit up straight, listen and participate.

It's tiring to be asked the same questions all day long: 'What is Gangnam style?' and 'Teach me how to dance.'

The man of faith who has never experienced doubt is not a man of faith.