When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.

It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.

Appealing to the five senses is the feature that will always set writing apart from the visual media. A good writer will tell us what the world smells like, what the textures are, what the sounds are, what the light looks like, what the weather is.