Jon Lied ... Loudly, As If That

Only Lies Offend Me, Never Honest Counsel.

Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.

The Odd Thing About Being A Writer Is You Do Tend To Lose Yourself In Your Books. Sometimes It Seems Like Real Life Is Flickering By And You're Hardly A Part Of It. You Remember The Events In Your Books Better Than You Remember The Events That Actually Took Place When You Were Writing Them.

The Man Is As Useless As Nipples On A Breastplate.