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Knight was walking to me; dark gray, drawstring pajama bottoms on, long-ish hair sexy messy from sleep, chest with its enticing array of dark hair bared, eyes on me. — Kristen Ashley

It's such a thrill when an adult comes up to me and says, 'I read your book as a child and really loved it.' That's a tremendous compliment. — Katherine Paterson

I refuse to get any more scars from loving edges sharp enough to cut me. — Jessica Gadziala

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is. — Gregory Maguire

She released his hand and sat back. That air of sadness had descended on her once more. His father had carried a similar melancholy after his mother had passed; Poe would see it descend on him like a shadow, settle over his shoulders like a blanket made of warmth and memory and longing and loss. Leia wore something made of the same material, and not for the first time Poe wondered how she had come by it and, perhaps more importantly, who had given it to her. — Greg Rucka

Every time we love, we increase our capacity to be hurt. — Erwin W. Lutzer

The world is on fire, I thought wildly. See it burn and oh, my God, it burns for us. — T.J. Klune

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart. — Robert Browning

I'm actually the fourth generation in my family to have no practical use for the church, or God, or religion. My children continue this trend. — Adam Savage

Man had gone through hell and back, and even though he rose like a phoenix from the ashes to become the man he is, that smoke still clings to him. I can smell it. And that's what scares me. It's the fear that it's not all over. — Karina Halle

There can only be one solution to any problem: a change in attitude and in consciousness. — Gregg Braden

Meditation has been an anchor throughout my life - it helps me feel balance, connected and at peace. — Mallika Chopra

And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour, and crimson as sword met sword; and thick elvish blood moved slowly, from wide slits, down the cuirass; and Lirazel gazed in awe and wonder and love; and the combatants edged away fighting into the forest; and branches fell on them hacked off by their fight; and the runes in Alveric's far-travelled sword exulted, and roared at the elf-knight; until in the dark of the wood, amongst branches severed from disenchanted trees, with a blow like that of a thunderbolt riving an oak tree, Alveric slew him. — Lord Dunsany