Don't ever quit pretending.

Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love.

I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.

Ian, you’re awful."“I know," he admitted. "But you love it." Her cheeks flushed crimson. It was hard to deny the truth to a man who could read minds.

To offer your life in defense of another is a valiant, honorable way to die.

Some books mirror reality while others are entirely fantasy. My favorite are those that manage to weave both into a world.

Reality and fantasy are not two separate spheres but one whole. They are like a world's atmosphere―reality behaving as a low front, fantasy a high front. Each remains somewhat distinguishable and yet they swirl and join, affecting and manipulating the other. One cannot perceive where reality ends and fantasy begins, but life would grow stagnant and die without the influence of both.

A good dose of fantasy is exercise for your sensibilities; it keeps your avatar strong.

Thanks, Ian, but sometimes there’s just nothing you can do.” Her feet moved forward again towards the center of Lacsar Forest. “That’s not true, Eena. I can always listen.