I Feel That If You Are Blessed,

I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

When You Dance With The Devil, It Might As Well Be A Devil Who Can Give You Your Own Corner Of Hell To Rule.

Nothing Helps You Sleep At Night So Much As Being Absolutely Certain That You're Right, And Everyone Else Is Evil.

Neal Stood, Kicking Free Of The Clinging Curtain. "i'll Kill You." I Drew The Firestar And Pointed It At Him. "i Don't Think So." "she Is Pack Now," Sylvie Said. "you Fight One Of Us, And You Fight All Of Us." Edward Raised His Eyebrows At Me. "what Is Going On, Anita?" "i Think I've Been Adopted," I Said.

I've Been Writing Stories Since I Was 12. 'writer's Digest' Was One Of My Writing Teachers, Actually.