It Was The Kiss By Which All

Writing Is Seduction.

If You Intend To Write As Truthfully As You Can, Your Days As A Member Of Polite Society Are Numbered.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Adverbs.

Sooner Or Later Everything You Thought You'd Left Behind Comes Around Again. For Good Or Ill, It Comes Around Again.

Sometimes When You're Young, You Have Moments Of Such Happiness, You Think You're Living On Someplace Magical, Like Atlantis Must Have Been. Then We Grow Up And Our Hearts Break Into Two.