People Can't Help The Way They Look,

Hanging Out The Window, Amber Blew Her A Kiss. A Lump The Size Of A Fist Clogged Heather's Throat, While A Breeze From Th Sea Pushed Her Thick Hair Away From Her Face. Tears Trickled Unchecked Down Her Cheeks.

In Truth, I Don't Want To Be There. I Don't Want To See The Light Go Out Of My Brother's Eyes.

Nobody Gets To Pick Their Time To Die, But Living Every Day To The Max Is Something We All Get To Do.

I Created A Character Whose Motives Were Pure And Good And She Was Going To Go Out And Save The Whole World. But The Truth Is, You Can't Save The Whole World, But You Can Save One. And That Was The Whole Thrust Of The Novel - To Save Just One.

Most People Believe They Have A Clear Idea Of What's Right And Wrong. Many Say They Know How They'll Act, Or How They'll Handle An Extreme Situation. But To Be Honest, No One Knows. Not Reallybecause None Of Us Truly Knows What We'll Do When The Circumstances Become So Overwhelming And Complex That We Can't Even Tell Right From Wrong.