In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.
The Thirteenth TaleOf all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.
Write like no one is reading 2Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.
On Writing: A Memoir of the CraftWhat can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?
White Oleander