Charm Should Be On The Surface. It

At A Certain Point My Novels Set. They Set Just As Hard As That Jam Jar. And Then I Know They Are Finished.

Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

I Never Know Why Self-sacrifice Is Noble. Why Is It Better To Sacrifice Oneself Than Someone Else?

I Wonder The Human Race Has Been So Fond Of Migrations, When The Young Take So Hardly To Traveling.

Many People Misjudge The Permanent Effect Of Sorrow, And Their Capacity To Live In The Past.