You are walking to Hope Springs?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “In this weather?” She glanced around and gave him a smile. “I haven’t any other weather to walk in.

Her smile hollowed out his chest. She’d changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.

She had a good, strong voice. She smiled with her voice, too. This, he thought, was the magic that had drawn him to her.

Her gaze collided with the duke’s. His eyes were a clear, pale green. Why was he staring so intently when there was hardly another woman less interesting than she?

She laughed, and the duke might actually have smiled, though one could never be certain.

He remounted. “I will ride with you.” With some effort, he gentled his voice. “If that would be agreeable to you.” “How kind of you. Thank you.

She laughed, and the sound pierced his heart.

Wizards are always hungry.

Your dreams will be your reality if you don't fear them and have enough courage to act on them.

Being crazy doesn't mean being mentally challenged. Maybe it just means being you...amplified a 100 times over.

The universe isn't going to be conquered by legions of geriatrics. No offense.

The happiest adults are those who never buried old toys or abandoned imaginary friends.

I write songs for people who drive in cars. I really do.

In every aspect of life, purity and holiness, cleanliness and refinement, exalt the human condition . . . Even in the physical realm, cleanliness will conduce to spirituality.

I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It's a parallel thing in me.

It takes people a while to trust you.

A good decision is based on knowledge, and not on numbers.