The main plot line is simple: Getting your character to the foot of the tree, getting him up the tree, and then figuring out how to get him down again.
Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.
Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.
If you love a waist, you waste a love.
Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.
Stories," he'd said, his voice low and almost husky, "we are made up of stories. And even the one's that seem the most like lies can be our deepest hidden truths.