Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.

I really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. The best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book.

He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

There were definitely parts of my character I didn’t approve of, and maybe from time to time I had moments when I didn’t like myself much. But I got through each day as it came to me, and so far I’d survived every thing life had thrown at me. I could only hope that the survival was worth the price I’d paid.

Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I'd been given. I hoped God hadn't noticed my lapse in appreciation.

If it pleases you and you can write at all, it's gonna please somebody else.

If I have to choose between you and me - I like me better.