The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.