If you had stars inside your brain cells, you'd probably understand what I am talking about.

Besides, I'm not jealous. I'm just so in love with you that there isn't anything else.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.' She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

People who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.

Trying to write something of permanent value is a full-time job.