“Breathe as the tears flow,Breathe when you cannot gaze up high, Breathe as to know the world will lie, Breathe when you choke to ask: “Why?”Breathe even when you are about to die. Breathe when each day is a task, Breathe when every person you know wears a facial mask, Breathe because to yourself you have to ask: “Breathe because in glory I have to bask.” Breathe as the sun is to rise, Breathe even when you touch the skies, Breathe as you celebrate your triumph, success and highs, Breathe because you have to be yet grounded and be Wise. Breathe when you dive, Breathe when you strive,Breathe when to your success, you give a high-five,Breathe because you are still alive!”

“I write because, if I don’t, my characters will murder me in my sleep.”

“No – no – no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!”And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.”

“Some men see things as they are and say why—I dream things that never were and say why not.”

“All knowledge meets an end at the question ‘…Why?”

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.”

“He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”