True Love Always Happens In A Flash.

A Person's Memory Is Everything, Really. Memory Is Identity. It's You.

And Now, All These Years Later, It Seem To Him That The Most Horrible Fact Of Human Existence Was That Broken Hearts Mended

Sometimes The Things Presented To Us As Choices Aren't Choices At All.

I Do Believe That When We're In The Process Of Dying, That All These Emergency Circuits In The Brain Take Over. I Base What I'm Saying Not On Any Empirical Evidence. I Think It's Very Possible That When You're Dying, These Circuits Open Up, Which Would Explain This Whole White-light Phenomena - When People Clinically Die And They See Their Relatives And Stuff And Say, "hello, It's Great To See You."

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was About 12. I Am Always In The Mood.