I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.
~James Michener
Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them.... Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom.... Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility.... She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.
~Tim Willocks, The Religion
