No One Could Suspect The Intricate Mysteries

Once, This Whole World Had Been Hidden Beneath A Shallow Sea.

Its Impossible To Control The Reception Of Your Work - The Only Thing You Can Control Is The Experience Of Writing Itself, And The Work You Create.

Lately, The World Felt Fragile, Like A Blown Egg, As If It Might Shatter Beneath A Careless Touch.

You Missed A Lot Of Heartache, Sure. But David, You Missed A Lot Of Joy.

His Love For Her Was So Deeply Woven With Resentment That He Could Not Untangle The Two.