I Always Treated Writing As A Profession,

You Can't Save Everybody. In Fact, There Are Days When I Think You Can't Save Anyone. Each Person Has To Save Himself First, Then You Can Move In And Help. I Have Found This Philosophy Does Not Work During A Gun Battle, Or A Knife Fight Either. Outside Of That It Works Just Fine.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.

Men Don't Settle Down Because Of The Right Woman. They Settle Down Because They Are Finally Ready For It. Whatever Woman They're Dating When They Get Ready Is The One They Settle Down With, Not Necessarily The Best One Or The Prettiest, Just The One Who Happened To Be On Hand When The Time Got To Be Right. Unromantic, But Still True.

He Didn't Look The Least Bit Tired. A Morning Person, Even After No Sleep At All. It Was Disgusting.

I Like Conventions. I Like Meeting And Greeting. I'm Perched On That Edge Where I'm Getting More Attention Than I Quite Know What To Do With, Though.