Hard Work Should Be Rewarded By Good

It Was An Odd Thing To Do, To Stand In A Street In The Hope Of Seeing Someone Who Hardly Knew Him, But He Did Not Want To Move.

My Favorite Period Is World War Ii, And I'm In The Middle Of Writing My Fourth Novel Set In That Era.

Trusting Someone Was Like Holding A Little Water In Your Cupped Hands - It Was So Easy To Spill The Water, And You Could Never Get It Back.

She Looked At His Young Face, So Full Of Concern And Tenderness; And She Remembered Why She Had Run Away From Everyone Else And Sought Solitude Here. She Yearned To Kiss Him, And She Saw The Answering Longing In His Eyes. Every Fiber Of Her Body Told Her To Throw Herself Into His Arms, But She Knew What She Had To Do. She Wanted To Say, I Love You Like A Thunderstorm, Like A Lion, Like A Helpless Rage; But Instead She Said: "i Think I'm Going To Marry Alfred.

I Don't Think There's Any Great Mystery To Writing Female Characters, So Long As You Talk To Them. If You Lived In A Monastery And Never Met Any Women, Maybe It Would Be Difficult.