My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?

I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.

You be as angry as you need to be, " she said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and

There are no failures. Just experiences.

We're all just people...We all have things we deal with, but it's all right. We always muddle through.

Vampires have become tragic or romantic figures. Vampire are largely seduction tales. They're no longer the scary creature in the dark.

The final result of our researches has widened the class of substances sensitive to light vibrations, until we can propound the fact of such sensitiveness being a general property of all matter.

We definitely aren't very good at staying in one place. There's not a domesticated bone in my body.

If you pray for bread and bring no basket to carry it, you prove the doubting spirit, which may be the only hindrance to the boon you ask.

I believe that whoever is successful should help ensure that the next generation can be successful, too.

Don't explain your author, read him right and he explains himself.

I fell in love with my wife twenty years ago. I am only now, it seems, getting it through my very thick skull how lucky I am.