Sometimes loving eyes don't see what they don't want to see.
Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.
There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.
Money talks, bullshit walks.
You have to stay faithful to what you're working on.
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.