She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.

Real estate investing, even on a very small scale, remains a tried and true means of building an individual's cash flow and wealth.

Pray to God but keep rowing to shore.

My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

When you think to take determination of your fate into your own hands, that is the moment you can be crushed. Be cautious.

In love we listen. We listen to what others say. We listen to what our own being is telling us about the nature of existence.

Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.

Nothing would please me more, but who else would pump the oil that we need? God damn America.

Our epoch has been called the century of work. It is in fact the century of pain, misery and corruption.

False beliefs can be every bit as consoling as true ones, right up until the moment of disillusionment.