And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).

You have to live life if you're going to create believable lives on paper.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

I believe we have breaks because we need them. So my suggestion is that you take the break. Eat chocolate.