It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere,

A Cliché Is Like A Coin That Has Been Handled Too Much. Once Language Has Been Overly Handled, It No Longer Leaves A Clear Imprint.

Whenever She Turned Her Steep Focus To Me, I Felt The Warmth That Flowers Must Feel When They Bloom Through The Snow, Under The First Concentrated Rays Of The Sun.

Being In The Library Is So Addictive For Me That I Really Have To Exercise Self-control So I Can Get Some Writing Done At Home.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.