True And Baseless Evil Is

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

The Universe Always Moves From An Ordered State To A Disordered One; That A Glass May Fall To The Ground And Shatter Yet You Never See A Broken Glass Reassemble Itself And Then Jump Back On The Table.

Every Book Should Have A Romance.

Writing Needs To Be Practiced; There Is A Limit To How Much Can Be Gleaned From A Teacher Or A Manual. The True Essence Of Writing Is Out There, In The World, And Inside, Within Yourself. To Write, You Have To Give.

You Nearly Killed Eight People!" I Managed To Gasp Out Loud. "my Count Was Closer To Twelve," Returned Havisham As She Opened The Door. "and Anyhow, You Can't Nearly Kill Someone. Either They Are Dead Or They Are Not.