Life And Death Are Different Sides Of

People Talk About Books That Write Themselves, And It's A Lie. Books Don't Write Themselves. It Takes Thought And Research And Backache And Notes And More Time And More Work Than You'd Believe.

She Took My Hands In Her, Then, And Squeezed Them. 'but You Stayed Where You Were Meant To Be, And You Didn't Listen To Them. Well Done. That's Quality, That Is,' And She Sounded Proud. In That Moment I Forgot My Hunger And I Forgot My Fear.

He Was No Longer Scared Of What Tomorrow Might Bring Because Yesterday Has Brought It.

Also, I've Already Won All The Awards.

Does It Make You Feel Big To Make A Little Boy Cry?