It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, ….

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember..

This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not….

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?.

There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child..

There's truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully..

In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am co….

Calling something exotic emphasizes its distance from the reader. We don't refer to things as exotic if we think of them as ordinary. We call somethi….

If the first words out of your mouth are to cry 'political correctness!', ... chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem..

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified..

There is nothing foolish about hope..

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation..

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease..

It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is evil..

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears..

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, i….

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright..

Immortality gets very, very boring. You'd be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia..

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates..

You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you..

So here is why I write what I do: We all have futures. We all have pasts. We all have stories. And we all, every single one of us, no matter who we a….