It's Not Just A Sunset; It's A

Gender Preference Does Not Define You. Your Spirit Defines You.

Life Isn't A Book. There's No Guarantee Of A Happy Ending.

I Still Didn't Look At Him. I Was Afraid If I Did That, I Would Turn Around, Run Back To Him, And Hurl Myself Into His Arms.

As A Successful Romantic Novelist - One Of My Publishers Is Mills & Boon - I Create The Sort Of Male Heroes That No Woman Could Fail To Adore And Few Real Men Could Hope To Emulate.

I Laugh, And It Was Amazing! I Swear I Could See My Laughter Floating Around Me Like Puffy Things You Blow Off A Dandelion, Only Instead Of Being White It Was Birthday-cake-frosting-blue. Wow! Who Knew Hitting My Head And Passing Out Would Be So Much Fun? I Wonder If This Was What It Was Like To Be High.