I portray myself as wicked, hoping I will not be regarded as wicked. But I may be wicked in the biblical sense
Who said we were owed happiness?
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
Life is short and art is long.
Lets just say I was really bad. Now I have grown into myself. I have changed.
If I can fool a bug. . . I can surely fool a man. People are not as smart as bugs.
I don't like my books being defined by their "about"-ness. So now the subtitle has just become a kind of strap-line on the cover.