When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.
When we move apart, she looks ...
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No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
I think 'The Lord Of The Rings' is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you're in it.
I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
You'll have days of complete lack of faith in your abilities. But you have to keep coming back. That's when you know you're a writer - when you take the failures and appear at the desk again, over and over again.
