If swans weren't real myths'd make up.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.
The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.
I think all writers of my age who are brought up on films probably by the age of 16 have seen many more films than they have read classics of literature. We can't help but be influenced by film. Film has got some great tricks that it's taught writers.