I'm klutzy, and I don't embarrass easily.
I'm a total people pleaser.
Writing is work and cooking is relaxing.
The problem with prototypes is they don't always work.
Work is the opposite of creativity.
Evil gains work their punishment.
This is the kind of work I've aspired to my whole career.
As women, we need to remember: don't be a doormat!
Mentorship has been an excuse not to promote women.
I have long ties to the women's community.
Women should be obscene and not heard.
War hath no fury like a non-combatant.
The beginning of wisdom is to desire it.
For all the excitement and adventure and really wild things going on, the danger was always very real. Ferdy was real. He really died. There's a cost, when you wish for things there's always a cost. You have to make sure it's a price you're willing t...
and if i if i ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictate i o- bey in lieu of impulse and realities (the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees) then let love freeze me out. (from i must become a menace to m...
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills and the winding streams with tangled growth, as 'wild'. Only to the white man was nature a 'wilderness' and only to him was the land 'infested' with 'wild' animals and 'savage' pe...
The self may be royal, but it hungers like a pauper. [...] And it is a king imperilled, a sovereign forever at the mercy of many insurgents, of fear, for example, and anxiety, of isolation and bewilderment, of a strange unspeakable pride and a wild, ...
Whoa, Rebecca," Talia said smiling even wider, "Walking on the wild side, are we?" Raisa seemed to think the situation needed more explaining. "He - uh - I'm tutoring him." "She is," Han said solemnly. "She's very good. I'm learning a lot." Pearlie s...
You’re like that single wild flower that grows from the crack in the pavement: miraculous growth with no water source or fertile soil. A person walking by would step around that flower to avoid crushing it. It’s not like the field of wild flowers...
I feel sorry for novelists when they have to mention women's eyes: there's so little choice, and whatever colouring is decided upon inevitably carries banal implications. Her eyes are blue: innocence and honesty. Her eyes are black: passion and depth...
RULES OF FAIRYLAND-BELOW BEWARE OF DOG ANYTHING IMPORTANT COMES IN THREES AND SIXES DO NOT STEAL QUEENS A GIRL IN THE WILD IS WORTH TWO IN CHAINS NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF TEMPTATION EVERYTHING MUST BE PAID FOR SOONER OR LATER WHAT GOES DOWN MUST CO...
