The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are

No Two People Will Ever See Or Feel Things In The Same Way, Merry. The Challenge Is To Be Truthful When You Write. Don't Approximate. Don't Settle For The Easiest Combination Of Words. Go Searching Instead For Those That Explain Exactly What You Think. What You Feel.

The Prospect Of An Early Death Sits Differently Upon Each Person. In Some It Gifts Maturity Far Outweighing Their Age And Experience: Calm Acceptance Blossoms Into A Beautiful Nature And Soft Countenance. In Others, However, It Leads To The Formation Of A Tiny Ice Flint In Their Heart. Ice That, Though At Times Concealed, Never Properly Melts. Rose, Though She Would Have Liked To Be One Of The Former, Knew Herself Deep Down To Be One Of The Latter.

I Am Not A Storyteller . . . Not Like The Others. I Only Have One Tale To Tell.

All True Readers Have A Book, A Moment When Real Life Is Never Going To Be Able To Compete With Fiction Again.

Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.