It Was Hate At First Sight, Clean,

I Have Learned That Particularly Clever Ideas Do Not Always Stand Up Under Close Scrutiny.

A Man Asking For Help Ought To At Least Give Directions.

He Hesitated For A Moment. Then He Said Softly, "i Love You, Mother." He Took My Hand And Kissed It, And Folded My Fingers Round The Stem Of The Rose. He Had Stripped It Of Its Thorns.

Sometimes The Characters Develop Almost Without Your Knowing It. You Find Them Doing Things You Hadn't Planned On, And Then I Have To Go Back To Page 42 And Fix Things. I'm Not Recommending It As A Way To Write. It's Very Sloppy, But It Works For Me.

It Is Much More Sensible To Be An Optimist Instead Of A Pessimist, For If One Is Doomed To Disappointment, Why Experience It In Advance?