Most Of My Stories Have Some Basis

It Was An Odd Thing To Do, To Stand In A Street In The Hope Of Seeing Someone Who Hardly Knew Him, But He Did Not Want To Move.

She Loved Him Because He Had Brought Her Back To Life. She Had Been Like A Caterpillar In A Cocoon, And He Had Drawn Her Out And Shown Her That She Was A Butterfly.

She Wanted To Say 'i Love You Like A Thunderstorm, Like A Lion, Like A Helpless Rage'.

For Success, The Author Must Make The Reader Care About The Destiny Of The Principals, And Sustain This Anxiety, Or Suspense, For About 100,000 Words.

Without Books I Would Not Have Become A Vivacious Reader, And If You Are Not A Reader You Are Not A Writer.