Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Susie: Maybe we're all making everything up as we go.

Speculative fiction both requires and rewards an open mind.

The man she wanted existed only in the romantic novels she was reading. She had met him. But he would never meet her.

I've always been generous and like giving to charities and people in need.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned my whole life, time and age are but an illusion.

And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.

After 26 years, I am still practicing what I preach.

I found that dance, music, and literature is how I made sense of the world... it pushed me to think of things bigger than lifes daily routines... to think beyond what is immediate or convenient.

The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight with a verse given in a happy quotation than in the poem.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition