The simple and most complex answer is love.

I need to write to be happy.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

Things have a way of falling into place.

Life's tough," Mia said with a shrug. "You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

I hate patience. Slows everything down.

Life is full of circles

Life has very little even ground.

You have to trust or you're only living half a life.

Nothing worthwhile is ever without complications.

There's no reward without work, no victory without effort, no battle won without risk.

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

I guess money can't buy happiness if you shop in the wrong places.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

There are no dead ends, just detours.

In all the illusions, you're the only truth that I need

I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.