A single fleeting word has the power to make or break a person.
“This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can't understand it.He leaves, and I break.”
“He leans towards me for a kissand our mouths fuse. I explode. I'm all over him,absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It's like he knows my pain, and he's trying to erase it. It's like he'...”
“He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I'm all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It's like he knows my pain, and he's trying to erase it. It's like h...”
“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”
“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”
“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”