Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.
The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).
Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.
It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.
I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.
The past is what you take with you.