I've always kind of wrote when I wanted to. Once I get the idea in my head and get it outlined out, I usually just sit and write until it's done.

Nothing is 'just' anything with you

It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.

You're killing me here! You are far more dangerous than I am!

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.