Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The

We Should Have Taken Our Chances Back Then, When We Were Young And Beautiful And Didn't Even Know It.

Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The Sum Of Realism. All The Other Colors Are Real, Too.

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.

The World Demands I Make Good Choices On No Information, And Then Blames My Maidenhood For My Mistakes, As If My Maidenhood Were Responsible For My Ignorance. Ignorance Is Not Stupidity, But It Might As Well Be. And I Do Not Like Feeling Stupid.

The Rule For Finding Plots For Character-centered Novels, Which Is To Ask: 'so What's The Worst Possible Thing I Can Do To *this* Guy?' And Then Do It.