Every choice you make has a consequence, every one. It's mathematic. It cannot fail; it never fails.
Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
We writers are resilient souls.
As a scientist, I cannot help feeling that all religions are on a tottering foundation. . . I am an infidel today. I do not believe what had been served to me to believe. I am a doubter, a questioner, a skeptic. When it can be proved to me that there is immortality, that there is resurrection beyond the gates of death, then will I believe. Until then, no.
A man cannot wheedle nor overawe his Genius. It requires to be conciliated by nobler conduct than the world demands or can appreciate.
The confessions can touch on every human emotion. They can be laugh-out-loud funny, for sure, they can be heart-breaking, they can be sexual or hidden acts of kindness, they can be romantic.
I keep thinking Naruto. . . That one of these days your going to finally grow up!