To write is to feel the dance of your soul swirling in a dream that drips imagination onto paper.
The Dance of Character and PlotSecrets are like honey in a paper bag. Eventually, they leak out.
The Eyes of Tokorel: The Color of EmotionMy life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.
Experience: A MemoirLies are like paper-Mache in a rain storm.
Flecks of Gold on a Path of Stone: Simple Truths for Life's Complex Journey