My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.
I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.
I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.