Never Argue With Your Wife About Hostility

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.

Who Says Life Is Fair, Where Is That Written?

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.

I Am Your Prince And You Will Marry Me," Humperdinck Said. Buttercup Whispered, "i Am Your Servant And I Refuse." "i Am You Prince And You Cannot Refuse." "i Am Your Loyal Servant And I Just Did." "refusal Means Death." "kill Me Then.

While He Was Watching The Ships, Buttercup Shoved Him With All Her Strength Remaining. [...] Down Went The Man In Black. [...] "you Can Die Too For All I Care," She Said, And Then She Turned Away. Words Followed Her. Whispered From Far, Weak And Warm And Familiar. "as...you...wish..."