Becka might have been average in L.A., but average in L.A. is Queen of Mars in the visiting room of a federal penitentiary in North Carolina.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends.

Remember, when you don’t know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It’s like reading the I Ching or tea leaves.

A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

Look. All books are weird when you think about it.... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.

Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl.

Most of My Friends are two-thirds water

I don't think I'm cut out for a job where you have to look professionally tidy. I prefer working in my pajamas and taking showers after lunch.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits, or else it can be a man in his late forties who works too much, or it can be an alarm clock.

Interests evolve into hobbies or volunteer work, which grow into passions. It takes time, more time than anyone imagines.

Damn it, woman, ” he snapped. “Stop crying. Are you hysterical?” “Maybe.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow and her hands.-Maxim & Airiana

It is easier to begin well than to finish well.

The state of ambiguity - that messy, greasy, mixed-up, confused, and awful situation you're living through right now - is enlightenment itself.

The one thing you can do that the audience can't do - all those smart people online in the chat rooms can't do - is deliver a satisfying emotional journey for a human being, for a character.

I don't deal in frustration. I'm a fighter. And everything I've ever gotten, I've had to fight for.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

My dad was a good competitor. I know he'd think I was a little off the charts.

What breaks capitalism, all that will ever break capitalism, is capitalists. The faster they run the more strain on their heart.