At Least The Girls In Stories Were

His Own Voice Was Older Than He Was. Ancient, Unearthed From Some Mystical Subterranean Place...the Voice Seemed To Make His Whole Body Ache. Maybe It Made Him Bleed Inside. I Wondered If It Hurt, If It Burned In His Throat.

Find The Goddess Inside Yourself Instead Of Looking For The God In Someone Else.

You Make Me Feel Like I Have Wings When You Touch Me.

Pain Didn't Ever Really Stop, He Thought; It Just Changed Forms.

I Am Constantly Thinking Ahead To What I Want To Write About In The Future, And When I'm Done With One Project, I Give Myself A Little Time And Then Start The Next One.