Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.

We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.

Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.

Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.

Consider and then act, don't react. A worthy opponent will calculate his move to entice a response from you. Make your own play.

Jack laughed behind him, a mirthless sound from a man who had been on the wrong end of life's ironies too many times.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them

Fate is what shows up and destiny is what you choose to do with it.

But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.

Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.

Travel teaches toleration.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

You have to break your fingers to learn how to play guitar.

I sell well now in Russia. I remember one signing in Russia some years ago where the bookstore had two strongmen to hold the crowds back.

I was technically a Valley Girl, even though I absolutely dreaded being called that. I really hated the idea that I was a Valley Girl

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.