Everyone Dies. It Is How One Lives

If You Can Quit, Then Quit. If You Can't Quit, You're A Writer.

It Got So Bad That By The Time I Was Graduated, The Only Reading I Did Was In Order To Get The Grade And The Only Writing I Did Was In Order To Get The Grade.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

A Span Of A Few Heartbeats Can Make For A Greater Memory Than The Sum Of A Mundane Year.-catti-brie

The Most Common Criticism That I've Seen Is That I Write "popcorn Fantasy": Lightweight Action-adventure. Some People Call It That As They Explain Why They Love It For Exactly That Reason. I'm Cool With That, Either Way. I Just Nod And Let It Go.