To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.
That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.
We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at a talent, take lessons, but love, love either works or it doesn't. You love someone or you don't. You can't change it. You can't undo it.
Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.
Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.
Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.
Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.
Men don't settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it. Whatever woman they're dating when they get ready is the one they settle down with, not necessarily the best one or the prettiest, just the one who happened to be on hand when the time got to be right. Unromantic, but still true.
Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.
Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.
I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.
And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.
Readers respond to every genre intensely, if it's a genre that appeals to them. Again, who can say why anyone enjoys horror and dark fantasy? If I can't answer the question for myself, I wouldn't dream of trying to answer it for others
You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.
I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I'm too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print
I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.
Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.
Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?
Nothing cuts deeper than when another person says exactly what you're afraid to say out loud.
A girl could never have too much jewelry or too much weaponry.
Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?
I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.
A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.
Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".
I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you - that you would save yourself.
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