In The End Words Are Just Wind.

Nothing Bores Me More Than Books Where You Read Two Pages And You Know Exactly How It's Going To Come Out. I Want Twists And Turns That Surprise Me, Characters That Have A Difficult Time And That I Don't Know If They're Going To Live Or Die.

I Am Doing The Right Thing, He Told Himself, So Why Do I Feel So Bad?

Sam Loved To Listen To Music And Make His Own Songs, To Wear Soft Velvets, To Play In The Castle Kitchen Beside The Cooks, Drinking In The Rich Smells As He Snitched Lemon Cakes And Blueberry Tarts. His Passions Were Books And Kittens And Dancing, Clumsy As He Was.

They Hate You Because You Act Like You're Better Than They Are

I Have Idea Files Of Books That I Want To Write One Of These Days, Stories I Want To Write One Of These Days, But I'll Probably Never Get To Them.