Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
I will try to write books until I drop dead.
So what? All writers are lunatics!
Beauty and fear make uneasy companions
Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.