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It's One Of My Biggest Memories Of My Father Reading. I Had Pneumonia, Remember, But I Was A Little Better Now, And Madly Caught Up In The Book, And One Thing You Know When You're Ten Is That, No Matter What, There's Gonna Be A Happy Ending. They Can Sweat All They Want To Scare You, The Authors, But Back Of It All You Know, You Just Have No Doubt, That In The Long Run Justice Is Going To Win Out.

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.

One Of The Easiest Things In The World Is Not To Write... If It Were Easy, Everyone Would Do It.

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, Adored Westly, Sweet Perfect Westly, Whisper That I Have A Chance To Win Your Love." And With That, She Dared The Bravest Thing She'd Ever Done: She Looked Right Into His Eyes. He Closed The Door In Her Face.

If All That's Going On In Your Scenes Is What's Going On In Your Scenes, Think About It A Long Time.