Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.
Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.
To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.
When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.
From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.
Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.