What happened, and what might have happened?
But in a story I can steal her soul.
Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to hate. Something sacred. But what a waste.
When your afraid,reallyafraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world.
Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.
Writing doesn’t get easier with experience. The more you know, the harder it is to write.