Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

I think as readers we put ourselves in the protagonist's place because we want to be like that person. That's why sometimes we don't like protagonists who aren't all that nice; we want to relate to the protagonist.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

I think that what I do is a form of pathetic fallacy, the literary trope in which nature is in sympathy with the mood of the story. I connect the physical setting and props in the story to the emotional state of the characters.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

Kiss me, Hardy!’ Weren’t those Nelson’s last words at the Battle of Trafalgar? Don’t cry. We’re still alive and we make a sensational team.