Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

A door jumpsout from shadows, then jumps away. Thisis what I've come to find:the back door, unlatched.Tooled by insular wind, itslams and slamswithout meaningto and without meaning.

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

Memory revises me.

But sometimes that can make a girl so much more appealing. The beauty who doesn't know she’s beautiful.

It is through the tongue, the pen, and the press that truth is principally propagated.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

You will learn to enjoy the process... and to surrender your need to control the result. You will discover the joy of practising your creativity. The process, not the product, will become your focus.

I don't know if I am cut out to playing a bad character or not - I really should give it a shot. I would like to play the voice of a baddie, but that's really just a cop-out!

If you wish to discern either the presence or absence of integrity, you need to ask only one question. What is missing? Has anything been left out?

I'm a big proponent of young women dressing appropriately in the workplace to get ahead. We need to demand respect as women, and part of that involves how we present ourselves.

He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.

I love a book that makes me ask questions about what I think or how I see the world or how I feel, so I hope that 'Goodbye, Stranger' is that kind of book for some people.

You have to make thousands and thousands of drawings before an illustration is perfected.