Men! Dead Or Alive, They Could Be

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.

Let Go," He Advised Me, And I Loosened My Grip On His Hands. "no, Not Of Me," He Said, Smiling. "you Can Hold On To Me As Long As You Want. Let Go Of The Pain, Sookie. Let Go. You Need To Drift Away." It Was The First Time I Had Relinquished My Will To Someone Else. As I Looked At Him, It Became Easy, And I Retreated From The Suffering And Uncertainty Of This Strange Place.

No Blame, No Hate - Why No Communication?

I've Often Wished When I Started A Book I Knew What Was Going To Happen. I Talked To Writers Who Write 80-page Outlines, And I'm Just In Awe Of That.