True beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

Marcii hoped she was wrong, though she knew the odds were slim.Still, in the face of everything, there is always hope.

He stood taller, and straighter, and broader, and infinitely more human than anything else Marcii could possibly imagine.

He was like nothing she’d ever known.Marcii hoped she would come to know him, for he was all she could ever have asked for and more.

And yet the night was still fresh: young as new dawn.There was still time for worlds to change, if that was to be their fate.

She has no interest in human quarrels, for they are often petty and always pointless.

Just because he was not a monster did not mean he wouldn’t be treated as one.

If this was what it meant to be human, for now she saw more clearly than she ever had done, she didn’t want to be.

Love is the only emotion so unexplainable and unique, that not even the greatest of writers could hope to contain it within their meagre words.

It was just the way he was made.

Only what you choose is what makes you.

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.

Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

I'm the lady next door when I'm not on stage.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Journalism kills you, but it keeps you alive as long as you're doing it.

Congress is full of good, decent, smart people who have devoted their lives to public service.

I think it's interesting that the United States and Australia are two of the most individualistic nations in the entire world in terms of national personality.

For since the fabric of the universe is most perfect and the work of a most wise Creator, nothing at all takes place in the universe in which some rule of maximum or minimum does not appear.

I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.