If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you, but the West doesn’t forgive any woman-unless she’s got a man.

I should know better than anyone–you can’t tell who a person is just from his looks.

When giving up is not an option, you survive at any cost.

But sometimes a shattered view is the only way to see truth.

In writing, a good guy must never break any of the Ten Commandments. A bad guy must break every one. That’s why writing female characters is so much fun. They’re not GUYS at all.

I think like Joss Whedon [Stephen Moffat] often mistakes ‘empowered’ for ‘strong in exactly the way I personally want to sleep with

She resisted the urge to run, only prey ran [and] Niko had no intention on becoming prey

I don’t even like the word ‘indoors’. It doesn’t make sense. According to you right now, by stepping through the doorway I’d be indoors. Yet I wouldn’t actually be standing in the doorway. If it’s...

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

I kept my eyes closed until I felt my resolve to be who I wanted to be come back. I couldn’t stay this desperate. It wouldn’t look good to people watching from the outside.

Approaching the trail, he broke through the thicket a short distance ahead of the Empath. Causing the Empaths horse to startle as the surprised rider jerked on the reins. Cap was equally surprised to find...

Why aren’t you asking a hundred other guys why they don’t write strong women characters? I believe that what I’m doing should not be remarked upon, let alone honoured… Because equality is not a concept....

People could call them ‘Jacks’ for short.” Nicole added to the conversation.

In the end, I listen to my fear. It keeps me awake, resounding through the frantic beating in my breast. It is there in the dry terror in my throat, in the pricking of the...

I’ve done some soul searching… Looked deep within myself, ya know? I’ve reached the conclusion that ‘Fuck You!’ is my spirit animal, and some mother fuckers are going to pay. You can help me or...

I admired so many things about you. Almost everything. But I don’t want to wind up like you. I don’t want to starve to death, all alone on some island inside my own head. Hopeless.

I’m not, you piece of shit. Now, I’m running at you.

No one wants to rattle the cage of a “crazy” person whose family tends to snap.

I know I’m not to blame for what he did. And I know, too, that I am strong inside–stronger than I ever realized.

I couldn’t shake this feeling that I had uncovered more than something ordinary.