He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he also refused to be a pessimist about this moment. Everything could go either way.

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

A single thought, he considered, could do all sorts of harm. Harm to what, he wasn't sure, but he identified it as harm.

What is this place?" "Nothing at all. Everywhere there is. Both at once?" Wereberry offered.

The fear of losing anything is the inability to prepare for the best.

Life is the acceptance of responsibilities or their evasion it is a business of meeting obligations or avoiding them.

Dream big, because dreams do happen.

... there are four women in every man’s heart. The Maid in the Meadow, the Demon Lover, the Stouthearted Woman, the Tall and Quiet Woman.

Write relentlessly, until you find your voice. Then, use it.

Good theater is not what is expected, but what surprises.

Powerful indeed is the empire of habit.

The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed.

The next thing I would have to go with is diet because it is so hard and mentally tough. By comparison the training is the easiest of them all because it's my hobby as well as my job.

Everyone can know what is in my heart because I find it hard to conceal myself.