Emotions Are Wild Horses.

One Way Or Another, I Have Wound Up Destroying What I've Loved. I've Seen My Dreams Fall Apart Just When I Seemed To Achieve Them. I Always Thought Tat Was Just The Way Life Was. My Life Anf Everybody Else's.

I Came To Realize That I Was Always Looking For Myself In The Women I Loved. I Looked At Their Lovely, Clean Faces, And Saw Myself Reflected In Them. They, On The Other Hand, Looked At Me And Saw The Dirt On My Face And, However Intelligent And Self Confident They Were, They Ended Up Seeing Themselves Reflected In Me And Thinking That They Were Worse Than They Were. Please Don't Let That Happen To You.

I Was Tired Of Playing The Child And Acting The Way Many Of My Friends Did - The Ones Who Are Afraid That Love Is Impossible Without Even Knowing What Love Is. If I Stayed Like That, I Would Miss Out On Everything Good That These Few Days With Him Might Offer.

I Talk To My Readers On Social Networking Sites, But I Never Tell Them What The Book Is About. Writing Is Lonely, So From Time To Time I Talk To Them On The Internet. It's Like Chatting At A Bar Without Leaving Your Office. I Talk With Them About A Lot Of Things Other Than My Books.

Be Proud Of Your Scars. They Remind You That You Have The Will To Live.