I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?

The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do.

She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show up—Ho-HO! Now you’ve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM! A pack of ravenous flesh-eaters breaks open their heads and sucks out their eyeballs. No need for iambic pentameter because they are grunting, groaning annihilators of humanity with no time for meter. You’re not asleep in the back of English class anymore, are you? This is what I’m talking about. Zombies. Learn it, live it, love it.

No one can steal our dream.