Nothing's Ever The Same," She Said. "be

I'm Going To Go Home. Everything Is Going To Be Normal Again. Boring Again. Wonderful Again.

I Don't Know. I Had To Be Something, Didn't I?

We Owe It To Each Other To Tell Stories.

I'd Love To Think That People In The Future Would Gather In Theatres, At Conventions, And In Darkened Rooms, And Read It Out To Each Other.

When Writing A Novel, That's Pretty Much Entirely What Life Turns Into: 'house Burned Down. Car Stolen. Cat Exploded. Did 1500 Easy Words, So All In All It Was A Pretty Good Day.