And if you are honest about the words coming out of your characters' mouths, you'll find that you've let yourself in for a fair amount of criticism.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

The turtle couldn't help us.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.

The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.