This Is My Favorite Book In All

Liar! Liar!" Shrieked Suddenly From The Now Open Trap Door. Miracle Max Whirled. "back, Witch--" He Commanded. "i'm Not A Witch, I'm Your Wife--" She Was Advancing On Him Now, An Ancient Tiny Fury--"and After What You've Just Done I Don't Think I Want To Be That Any More--

Mawidge Is A Dweam Wiffin A Dweam. The Dweam Of Wuv Wapped Wiffin The Gweater Dweam Of Everwasting West. Eternity Is Our Fwiend, Wemember That, And Wuv Wiw Fowwow You Fowever.

Have Fun Storming The Castle!

You Think This Is A Trap Then?" The Count Asked. "i Always Think Everything Is A Trap Until Proven Otherwise," The Prince Answered. "which Is Why I'm Still Alive.

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.