They Could Not Truly Look Dead, Because

If You Want To Imagine The Future, Imagine A Boy And His Dog And His Friends. And A Summer That Never Ends.

It's Not Sipping Wine. It's A Mourning Wine. You Drain It. Like This.

There Are So Many Fragile Things, After All. People Break So Easily, And So Do Dreams And Hearts.

I Decided That I Would Do My Best In The Future Not To Write Books Just For Money. If You Didn't Get The Money Then You Didn't Have Anything. If I Did The Work I Was Proud Of And I Didn't Get The Money, At Least I'd Have The Work.

There Was Once A Young Man Who Wished To Gain His Heart’s Desire.