"See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. 'It's mine."
And Alex understood that Scotty Hausmann did not exist. He was a word casing in human form: a shell whose essence has vanished.
Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.
Read at the level at which you want to write. Reading is the nourishment that feeds the kind of writing you want to do.
Reading is the nourishment that lets you do interesting work.