Here's The Thing About Luck...you Don't Know

The Best Way To Die Is When Your Living

I Loved Him Even Now, As He Took A Knife To My Throat, As I Drowned In Blood, As I Whispered "cousin, You Were Wrong. We Were Born To Live.

Real Love, After All, Was Worth The Price You Paid, However Briefly It Might Last.

You Have To Choose The Voice You Are Going To Trust. You Can't Listen To Everyone.

Do People Choose The Art That Inspires Them — Do They Think It Over, Decide They Might Prefer The Fabulous To The Real? For Me, It Was Those Early Readings Of Fairy Tales That Made Me Who I Was As A Reader And, Later On, As A Storyteller.