So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

I find writing extremely difficult. I usually have to drag myself to my desk, mainly because I doubt myself. And it's getting harder because I want to improve with every book.

When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.