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Ethan: ____ not asking you to continue that night.__aris: __hen what are you asking?__than: __or a whole new night.

Believe me, I knew you enjoyed it without voicing it that way. It was like your body screamed for me to take you." All too true, but I didn't like it to be told aloud. I arched an eyebrow, something I couldn't do when sober. "I'm pretty sure if I put a hand on your crotch, you're sporting a boner. It works both ways.

Whatever it was that came over him that night pulled a cord__er laugh, or her surprise gasp slipping out to think he__ do something so bold.

Focus. She__ Maddie. Your friend. Would you eyeball Keith or Dane__ butt like that? ~ Zach

Then what__ this?_ She raised her glass of expensive wine, used it to indicate their plush surroundings.His gaze followed her indication around the dim-lit, upmarket Italian restaurant. __inner in comfort.___ith a side order of persuasion?___ore like an offer I__ hoping you can__ refuse.

Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal."There's nothing to say."He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. __olan

She was magic, a direct light__he kind that seeps through in places that didn__ exist inside him anymore. The light he thought he lost forever, but Nick realized we don__ lose the light, we absorb it, and with Olivia he wanted to absorb every small speck of it.

Just because something isn__ good doesn__ mean it__ bad.

When you are convinced that what you offer is yours, whether it be mediocre or of standard quality, your originality will make people love you in a way you did not expect.

My vengeance was of a different kind. It bore no offense and no ill towards injustice. It had no emotion. Blood and Death. That's all it was." - Celeste- ALL LIGHT WILL FALL

An author is similar to an actor. They play many characters in their lives__hotographer, nurse, dancer, doctor, writer, etc. As an author, you have to learn your craft, know each and every element to become that character you__e writing about to be able to live and breathe what they do.

As I build sentences, I roll them sometimes on my mouth to taste them as I write them. I have this emptying of the mind and the focusing on that single thing, that infinitesimal moment and there is perfection, you know, as if I exist fully in that nanosecond of emotion.

I believe books should be like a prime rib steak ~ good and thick.

It must take a lot of self-discipline,' she said.'Oh, I don't know. I don't have much.' He felt himself about to say again, and unable to resist saying, that 'Dumas, I think it was Dumas, some terrifically prolific Frenchman, said that writing novels is a simple matter - if you write one page a day, you'll write one novel a year, two pages a day, two novels a year, three pages, three novels, and so on. And how long does it take to cover a page with writing? Twenty minutes? An hour? So you see. Very easy really.''I don't know,' she said, laughing. 'I can't even bring myself to write a letter.''Oh, now that's hard.'("Novelty")

Holy hell, Trev! What kind of move was that?__revor leaned over her with a big smile on his face. __ou really thought I would give up that easy? I am a geek, Cassie, not a friggin_ wimp. It__ called the internet and how to videos.

Speak up and speak clearly. I want to hear what you have to say because it matters. Let's listen to each other and respect one another's opinions. Although, they may be different, wisdom allows us to be responsible for our own feelings and actions.

A normal life? Now that__ the real fairytale." From UNDER MY SKIN