The bulls are my best friends." I translated to Brett. "You kill your friends?" she asked. "Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me.

[Never give up hope. Never give in to pessimism. Never despair.] No horse named Morbid ever won a race!

You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don't ever tell which is which.