“I wish I had your talent, David.""I like that," he said with a small frown."What? That I think you're talented?""No. I like how my name sounds on your lips."David and Eva”

“The man on TV was balding. What little hair he had was gray--not a nice-looking silver or even white, but a dull, lifeless gray. Depressing. Ugly. He was the person who told me my life was going to drastically change--the man with the ugly gray hair.~Eva”

“I write because I read...I read because I write~Unknown”

“...There's more than one way to die...A heart can still beat when it's broken."BrooksConcilium Series #1”

“I don’t know, Laurel,” said David, and I loved how he said my name, like he enjoyed it.”

“I don't know what his problem is," I said as Michael and I left the school. "Why would he tell me to be careful if he hates my guts?" "Because he doesn't hate your guts. I think he likes you." Michael was walking so fast I had to jog to keep up with him. "Isn't it obvious?”

“In tasting rooms I can never tell how tipsy I am. But once I'm outside, the awareness factor of my inebriation is greatly magnified. Everything looks and feels different. The surrounding flora seems to quiver. Colors are riotously iridescent. Sounds are louder; birds in the trees seem to mock you. All sense of reality is swamped. Anything out of the norm might happen!”