Having a baby is part of a woman's life, and it is surely a great waste to be afraid of life.

Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.

Having a baby is part of a woman's life, and it is surely a great waste to be afraid of life.

In a mystery, you must play fair by giving all the clues, but disguise them by immediately distracting the reader with something else.

I know why people die of hopelessness. It comes on like a thick blanket, covering your thoughts, your confidence, creeping into your mind and filling the corners. I lie in the dark, suffocating under horrible dispare, wishing I were dead. I sleep, then wake, then sleep. The sleep is filled with monstrous dreams that attack, cry out, and vanish, leaving me once more awake and staring into the darkness. Help me! My mind is screaming, but there is no one to hear.

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

Each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.