One thing I've learned: you can know anything, it's all there, you just have to find it.
I learned to write by writing.
I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.
Sometimes I wish that just solving the plot problems was enough. And then elves would go and do all the actual work moving the words around.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.