In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!
I would like people to come into my Dreamworld and then choose to stay.
I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.
Finish the day's writing when you still want to continue.
To try to expunge an individual's history is a terrible violation.
A novel, in the end, is a container, a shape which you are trying to pour your story into.