In All The Illusions, You're The Only

Eve Engaged Her On Duty Sign And Stepped Out Of The Car. Immediately Her Ears Were Assaulted With A Blast Of Music. Christmas Carols Pumped, Full Blast, Into The Air. She Decided That People Ran Inside, Ready To Buy Anything, Just To Escape The Noise.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

I've Wanted To Be With You When I Didn't Have The Right To.

If Sex Is Dignified It's Not Being Done Right.

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.