That works fine for me . . . Sienna Lauren Snow.

I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

Your name is written on my heart, Lily

You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.

But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Bluebell, you couldn’t take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back.” “Bluebell?” Illium narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, Barbarian.

Some things were worth the dance with danger.

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.

Every act of kindness is a seed of success.

Every great architect is - necessarily - a great poet. He must be a great original interpreter of his time, his day, his age.

If we don't know our own history, then we simply will have to endure all of the same mistakes, all of the same sacrifices, all of the same absurdities over again - times ten.

Nothing is difficult; it is only we who are indolent.

I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

You are in charge of your own attitude whatever others do or circumstances you face. The only person you can control is yourself...worry more about your attitude than your aptitude or lineage.

At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed.

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.