A Boy Who Is Trouble

Every Time I Finish A Book, I Forget Everything I Learned Writing It - The Information Just Disappears Out Of My Head

Love Is Worth The Sum Of Itself, And Nothing More.

I Wept To Think That Life Went On Even When So Much Had Been Lost, That Rain Still Fell And Myrtle Grew Between The Rocks.

People Want To Ignore What They Can't Understand. They're Looking For Logic At Any Cost.

After A While, The Characters I'm Writing Begin To Feel Real To Me. That's When I Know I'm Heading In The Right Direction