That, my dear, is what makes a character interesting, their secrets.

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.

I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.

Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.

Always remember, with a strong enough will, even the weak can wield great power.

Cassandra's grandmother smiled then, only it wasn't a happy smile. Cassandra thought she knew how it felt to smile like that. She often did so herself when her mother promised her something she really wanted but knew might not happen.