Trust had become a commodity that few could afford.

Hey, A-D-D, ” she called out to Claire, “come over and try these on.

The citizens of Ludania would finally be free, no longer forced into a class system that determined what language they could speak, what jobs they could do, or who they could be

In the privacy of my dreams, I'm a warrior.

Now it was just the two of us, Max and me. And about a thousand other people around us.

She once again thought about how badly she wanted to crawl back beneath the mound of already cooling blankets that covered her bed like an inviting nest.

Jules stood up and stretched gracelessly. “Let’s hurry up and pay before she”-she indicated Claire with a flick of her thumb-“sees something shiny and we lose her again.

He stood straight then, moving to stand directly in front of me as he dropped low and bowed dramatically. "Your Majesty.

I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.

The sounds she heard bouncing off the walls around her were those of defeat.

Love is not Theoretical but Practical

Nature is always inviting you to see her beauty and power. She is attracting you with her dance, song, and love.

We may end up with a life deferred by the business of its own collection.

Other people's interruptions of your work are relatively insignificant compared with the countless times you interrupt yourself.

can't blame a man for being human when human is all he'll ever be!

On the day, therefore, when I went to the church to be confirmed, with a number of others, I suffered extremely from the reproaches of my conscience.

Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.

Isak Dinesen said that she wrote a little every day, without hope and without despair. I like that.

There is no singing anymore, everything is yelling and shouting and rapping and that is real boring to a guy like me.