Power Was My Weakness And My Temptation.

You Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me.

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

Magic Causes As Much Trouble As It Cures.

Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then Attempt To Describe What I Can See. Sometimes I Draw Them For My Own Amusement! (talking About Her Characters And Scenes)