When Something Is Important To You, You

I've Always Kind Of Wrote When I Wanted To. Once I Get The Idea In My Head And Get It Outlined Out, I Usually Just Sit And Write Until It's Done.

What's Your Angle?" I Asked, Trying To Sound More Playful Than Demanding. "isosceles," Jack Quipped.

For Me To Be A Billion-dollar Author, I Need To Have People Buying My Books At Wal-mart.

This Is The Way The World Ends; Not With A Bang Or A Whimper, But With Zombies Breaking Down The Back Door.

You Know Something?" He Lifted His Head, And When He Turned To Me, He Had This Strange Look In His Eyes. Almost As If He Was Really Seeing Me For The First Time. "i Don't Think I Ever Really Lived Until This. I've Never Done Anything That Mattered Before, But Now I'm Fighting To Save My Life, And Yours. And I Know It Sounds Really Cheesy And Lame, But I Don't Think I Ever Really Felt Alive. Not Until I Met You.