I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.
Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.