The sun is the biggest metaphor. The sun is the first candle. She can get there by its light.

When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?

Like the 'good' characters in literature, the sane don't have any memorable lines.

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

The American girl isn't ANY girl; she's a remarkable specimen in a remarkable species.

Limp finally spoke. “Do you think you could kill a person and not get all crazy about it?

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.

If you find that you're going through hell, keep moving. You will get to the end eventually.

Not that length and weight alone indicate excellence; many epic tales are pretty much epic crap.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

Listen: Common sense doesn't mean what it used to mean."-Matthias Chalmers, STAIRWAY2 HEAVEN

I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.

Did time move forward, through people, or did people move through it, like clouds across the sky?