People In Hell Want Snowcones.

Do You Know What Happens When You Always Look Before You Leap?" She Reached Out And Touched His Hand Before Hurrying Toward The Door. "you Hardly Ever Make The Jump.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

I Generally Write A First Draft That's Pretty Lean. Just Get The Story Down.

Somethings In Life Are Out Of Your Control. You Can Make It A Party Or A Tragedy. Or, You Could Refuse To Take The Next Step. You Could Refuse To Take What You Wanted Most Because You're Afraid Some Day You Might Lose It.

Mary Stewart Will Always Be My Goddess. I Can Pick Up One Of Her Early Books - One I've Read A Dozen Times - And Still Slide Right Into The Story.