To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.

I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I've written.

All that I did," she said, "everything I tried to do. All for nothing." Nothing is done entirely for nothing, said the fox of dreams. Nothing is wasted. You are older, and you have made decisions, and you are not the fox you were yesterday. Take what you have learned, and move on.

When you start off, you have to deal with the problems of failure. You need to be thickskinned, to learn that not every project will survive.

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.

My theory on genre is that while there are people out there who believe that genre tells people what to read, actually I believe that genre exists as a marketing tool to tell you what to avoid.