“She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.”— Michael Faudet, amazon.com
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”— George Carlin, amazon.com
“You’re a beautiful combination of stardust and ocean waves, you are human and it’s okay to mess up.”— Katherine Murphy, katherineannemurphy.com
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember tha…”— Margaret Atwood, amazon.com
“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”— Jack London, amazon.com
“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”— Lawrence Ferlinghetti, amazon.com
“Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.”— Ludwig Wittgenstein, amazon.com
“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”— Richard Kadrey, amazon.com
“Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.”— Brandon Sanderson, amazon.com
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.”— Charles Bukowski, poeticous.com
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.”— Alfred Lord Tennyson, amazon.com
“One does not think during creative work any more than one thinks when driving a car. But one has a background of years – learning, unlearning, success, failure, dreaming, thinking, experience, all this – then the moment of creation, the focusing of all into the moment.”— Edward Weston, amazon.com
“She tore her life in two just as the lightning ripped through the clouds. She felt their pain as the thunder pounded against them, and the sky cried with her as she turned her back on that life for the last time.”— Rachael Paige, wnq-writers.com
“She reminded me of crisp spring mornings and sticky melted honey on toast. Both of which, I found utterly irresistible.”— Michael Faudet, facebook.com
“I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.”— Christopher Poindexter, amazon.com