I Vividly Remember Being 14. That Was

My Writing Has Always Been What You Call 'narrative Fiction' In The Sense That It's Got Very Strong Plots And Twists At The End.

Look At Self-satisfied Pop Singers Or Greasy, Semi-literate Athletes. People Worship Them. Why?” "because They’re Talented.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

I Don't Know What I'd Do Without You. There's No One Else To Look After Me. And It's Not Just That. I Sometimes Think You're The Only Person Who Really Knows Me. I Only Feel Normal When I'm With You.

To Enjoy Something Fully, You Had To Own It.