The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.

If the first words out of your mouth are to cry 'political correctness!', ... chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem.

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.

But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.

Written up in marker on a factory sign:I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine

Man was nature's mistake she neglected to finish him and she has never ceased paying for her mistake.

We don't have any real justice in the legal system, you never see a headline that reads, Millionaire Gets Death Sentence.

I think the crucial thing in the writing career is to find what you want to do and how you fit in. What somebody else does is of no concern whatever except as an interesting variation.

I've always been fairly confident in my acting.

Read books, listen to tapes, attend seminars-they are decades of wisdom reduced to invaluable hours.

Nonviolent action, the Negro saw, was the way to supplement, not replace, the progress of change. It was the way to divest himself of passivity without arraying himself in vindictive force.

Never be afraid to tell me anything,” he whispered against her hair. “No matter how ashamed you might feel. I’ll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

I'm all for consumer rights. I get very aggravated if I don't get a good service.

Gwen?" "Yes." "You know why we have to be together, don't you?" "..." "I'm your selkie.