You Can't Argue With Math,

Oh Thank You, Jesus." "it's Roarke." He Tapped A Finger On Eve's Head. "you Really Shouldn't Forget Your Own Husband's Name.

The Simple And Most Complex Answer Is Love.

When Somebody Walks Out, It Leaves A Hole In You. Some People Fill It Up, The Good And The Bad, And Get On That Way. Some People Leave It Open, Maybe Long Enough To Heal, Maybe Too Long, Picking At It Now And Then So It Doesn't Heal All The Way.

"do Little Pink Fairies Sing And Dance In Your World, Peabody?" "sometimes, When It's Very Quiet And No One Else Can See."

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.