Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.

I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! - Wendy

As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear him breathing, and that definitely helped me relax.

How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.

Forever is a really long time, you know? What do you do with forever?" "The same thing you do when you don't have forever." He smiled wanly. "Live.

Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?

You know, back in the day, when a guy saved a Princess's life, she would reward him with a kiss.