Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing. My small theory is that to write for three hours, you need to feel like you have three days. To write for three days, you need to feel like you've got three weeks, and so on.

When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.