Cut Him. Cut Him While I Stand

As A Rule, I Don't Worry About Genre. I Just Want To Tell A Good Story, With Characters That Interest Me And My Readers.

The Only Mortal Sin Is Giving Up.

Lover," She Whispers, And Closes Her Eyes. It Falls Upon Her. Love Is Like Dying.

I Think A Lot Of Times Dreams Are Nothing More Than A Kind Of Mental Or Spiritual Flatulence. They're A Way Of Relieving Pressure.

No One Can Be As Intellectually Slothful As A Really Smart Person