Still, In The End, We

It's Not Right For One Friend To Do All The Giving And The Other To Do All The Taking: That's Not Real Friendship.

He Does Not Exist Here, With Me, But Flesh That Does Not Exist Will Never Die, And Promises Unmade Are Never Broken.

Our Faces Were No More Than Ten Inches Apart But She Was Lightyears Away From Me.

Sometimes I Wonder Why I'm A Novelist Right Now. There Is No Definite Career Reason Why I Became A Writer. Something Happened, And I Became A Writer. And Now I'm A Successful Writer.

And Her Sleep Was Too Long And Deep For That:so Deep That She Left Her Normal Reality Behind.