My Favorite Part Of Writing A Book

He Died Fighting For What He Believed In.

You Couldn't Trust Anyone Or Anything That Belonged To The World Of Espionage.

There's A Dream World That We Visit Sometimes And That's How We Found Out Who We Are.

She Tried To Smile Sympathetically, But With Her Face It Wasn't Quite Possible.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.