It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.

Cut like crazy. Less is more. I've often read manuscripts - including my own - where I've got to the beginning of, say, chapter two and have thought: “This is where the novel should actually start.” A huge amount of information about character and backstory can be conveyed through small detail. The emotional attachment you feel to a scene or a chapter will fade as you move on to other stories. Be business-like about it.

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.