Things That Break - Be They Bones,

Life Sometimes Gets So Bogged Down In The Details, You Forget You Are Living It.

You Need To Learn To Write On Demand, And To Get Critiqued Without Flinching. When Someone Can Rip Your Work To Shreds Without It Feeling As Though Your Arm Has Been Hacked Off, You're Ready To Send Your Novel Off To An Agent.

I'm Too Much Of A Coward To Kill Myself. And Too Much Of A Coward To Live

He Insisted That Stars Were People So Well Loved, They Were Traced In Constellations, To Live Forever

How Do You Tell Someone That You Weren't The Person He Thought You Were? And More Importantly, How Did You Tell Him That You'd Meant The Things You'd Said, When Everything Else About You Turned Out To Be A Lie.