I Long For Typical Days, But Rarely

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

I've Wanted To Be With You When I Didn't Have The Right To.

The Most Important Thing Is You Can't Write What You Wouldn't Read For Pleasure. It's A Mistake To Analyze The Market Thinking You Can Write Whatever Is Hot. You Can't Say You're Going To Write Romance When You Don't Even Like It. You Need To Write What You Would Read If You Expect Anybody Else To Read It.

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

To Fate And The Strange Way That It Twists Us All Together.