I'm Having A Magenta Day. Not Just

How Many Times, Over How Many Years, Had He—a Grown Man—asked For The Mercy Of Another Chance? He Was Suddenly So Sick Of Himself, So Revolted, That He Could Have Groaned Aloud.

We Never Know Which Lives We Influence, Or When, Or Why.

I Identify With The Characters Very Closely. At The Same Time That I`m Outside, Writing, I`m Also Inside, Experiencing, And It Can Be Very Unsettling.

Some Things Were Better Lost Than Found.

Close Your Eyes And Click Your Heals Three Times...because There's No Place Like Dome.