Believe, Believe, Believe

A Reader Doesn't Really See The Characters In A Story; He Feels Them.

Fire And Water," He Said, "don't Really Mix. You Could Say They're Incompatible. But When They Do Love Each Other, They Love Passionately.

No Prince Had Lived In Those Wretched Hovels, No Red-robed Bishops, Only Farmers And Laborers Whose Stories No One Had Written Down, And Now They Were Lost, Buried Under Wild Thyme And Fast Growing Spurge.

Dustfinger Still Clearly Remembered The Feeling Of Being In Love For The First Time. How Vulnerable His Heart Had Suddenly Been! Such A Trembling, Quivering Thing, Happy And Miserably Unhappy At Once.

My Wife Loves Written Words ... You Know, Words That Stick To Parchment And Paper Like Dead Flies, And It Seems My Father Felt The Same - But I Want To Hear Words! Remember That When You Are Looking For The Right Words: You Must Ask Yourself What They Sound Like! Glowing With Passion, Dark With Sorrow, Sweet With Love, That's What I Want. - Cosimo