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She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

The Heart Was A Weak, Changeable Thing, Bent On Nothing But Love, And There Could Be No More Fatal Mistake Than To Make It Your Master. Reason Must Be In Charge. It Comforted You For The Heart's Foolishness, It Sang Mocking Songs About Love, Derided It As A Whim Of Nature, Transient As Flowers. So Why Did She Still Keep Following Her Heart?

You Really Don't Understand The First Thing About Writing...for One Thing, Early In The Morning Is The Worst Possible Time. The Brain Is Like A Wet Sponge At That Hour. And For Another, Real Writing Is A Question Of Staring Into Space And Waiting For The Right Ideas.

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

Quite Suddenly Meggie Felt Fear Rise In Her Like Black Brackish Water, She Felt Lost, Terribly Lost, She Felt It In Every Part Of Her. She Didn't Belong Here! What Had She Done?