I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.
Most people were startled to find out there were books that preceded Game Of Thrones. I'm a case of working forty years to be an overnight success.
There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.
Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.
Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.