She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

When one matures in life is when one knows we never grow up

There was plenty for the eye to feast on, but nothing for the soul. He had a hunger for something that no sky could satisfy. Somewhere on the planet there had to be a different kind of light.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

My God, Justin, do you hate him so?""Bah!" said his Grace..."does one hate an adder? Because it is venomous and loathsome one crushes it underfoot, as I shall crush this Comte.

I'm always looking to the future and what will next be on the horizon.

But instead of that stuff you get relationships with people and neighbors that you would never get in a city. People in small towns are a lot more open.

The surest sign that you haven't any sense is to argue with one who hasn't.

Despite rumors to the contrary, a mime is actually a very satisfying thing to waste.

You can't write something to please someone.