Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I do like the world quite a lot.

The respect and protection of woman and of maternity should be raised to the position of an inalienable social duty and should become one of the principles of human morality.

To swing or not to swing? Swing.

The church is not here to meet our needs. We are the church here to meet the needs of the world.

In order to succeed in a profession, a person not only needs to have its good, but also its bad qualities. The former are the spirit, the latter is the body of the job.

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming. ?Bet you the rules and I hit the ground running Didn't make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.

The world operates by number, by physical laws, expressed mathematically. If you know these, you will have a better grasp of things. And some possible job skills.

I see myself as the oldest griot tradition of speaking to truth out here. There's a dark side that people don't even know is there.

Never be unfaithful to a lover, except with your wife.

If carrots are good for my eyes, how come I see so many dead rabbits on the highway?

But he’s never been interested in me, and the last time I made a move on him, Caillen almost tore my arm out of its socket. Lesson learned. Syn off-limits. (Kasen)