How about a kiss, Saumensch?
The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.