No Two Writers Go About Things In

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

Let Her See Me Clearly.

Do You Want Me To Sing To You? I'll Sing All Night If It Will Keep The Bad Dreams Away.

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.

It's The Strange World.' 'the Strangest.