I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

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.

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

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

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

Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.