Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Books are boring, " James said as he wrote."They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

I have no special gift. With deep love, I give what I have.

It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

The treasures of life are hidden in a book.

I'm still friends with all my exes, apart from my husbands.

In a high-IQ job pool, soft skills like discipline, drive and empathy mark those who emerge as outstanding.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.

Mrs. Teasdale calls for rescue and Firefly delivers the famous line to his cohorts as they rescue her: "Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."

Virtually all ideologues, of any variety, are fearful and insecure, which is why they are drawn to ideologies that promise prefabricated answers for all circumstances.

When your first marriage goes into tragedy, you become very battle-scarred... I even thought of suicide. Luckily, I had known some happy marriages.