At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.

You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.

I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

The sky the sky- same as it always was.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here