in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.

The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

So many humans. So many colors.

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.