Each beat told him he was still alive, at least for one more second.

Part of me becomes the characters I'm writing about. I think readers feel like they are there, the way I am, as a result.

Give me a dollar or I'll spit on you.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

Life will deal me many different hands, some good, some bad (maybe they've already been dealt), but from here on in, I'll be turning my own cards. —Alton Richard

An idea doesn't die," said Trapp. "It exists somewhere, in its own dimension, waiting to be perceived.

You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.