...maybe the world needs a cadre of smartasses to liven things up, who knows?
By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.
Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.
Hurt's a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don't change facts.
The stories we hear in our childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.