She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
It's different for every writer. It's not a career for anyone who needs security. It's a career for gamblers. It's a career of ups and downs.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?
Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.