Never Give Up, Laugh A Lot. Be

To Practice - Write Each And Every Day If Possible - Then Try To Attend Professional Writer's Conferences Where You Can Learn Your Craft, Get To Know Fellow Writers, And Meet Editors And Agents.

Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.

Thomas: Is It [my Brain] Fixed? Brenda: It Worked, Judging From The Fact That You're Not Trying To Kill Us Anymore.

I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

It Was Her. It Was Teresa.