More Details, More Devils.

He Never Wanted Love, Though. You Cannot Eat Love, Nor Buy A Horse With It, Nor Warm Your Halls On A Cold Night.

Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

I Would Also Suggest That Any Aspiring Writer Begin With Short Stories. These Days, I Meet Far Too Many Young Writers Who Try To Start Off With A Novel Right Off, Or A Trilogy, Or Even A Nine-book Series. That's Like Starting In At Rock Climbing By Tackling Mt. Everest. Short Stories Help You Learn Your Craft.

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.

You Make Us Look Bad', Complained Toad. 'you Looked Bad Before I Ever Met You', Jon Told Him.