In my dreams of this city I am always lost.
Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.
It made him feel invisibleโnot that he wanted to feel anything else.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.
There is good and mediocre writing within every genre.