I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.