“Sometimes the writer has to learn the hard way of creating a bad work to become a best-seller yet doesn't surrender to the negative where other writers will.”

“There is a difference between an author and a writer. The author never gives up when things go wrong, but the writer does.”

“I will always love being a writer. There is nothing greater than that.”

“What, has a goddess got your tongue?”

“I decided the reason why Luccas rushed off was he was allergic to the food that they had brought out. Not paying compliments to the decorations, I poked at the squid with a fork making sure it was dead. Yuck, it reminded me of squid shaped spaghetti. My mind imagined it struggling to break free from my fork. Its legs flopped back and forth, to the sides almost as if it danced. Then to eat it while it squirmed after every bite; chomp, chomp, chomp. On the other hand, you could also eat it raw, but I suppose that was where the squirming comes in. Hmm. . . Any who... Before we get off topic, I finally ate it. Yes, even with the gross images in mind.”

“The man went to the controls, looking up at me, flaring his nostrils to my actions. His voice was like a voice under water. “We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right.”

“You always have choices,” the teen placed her hands on her hips. “You just choose to disobey.”I wanted to strangle her, yet I lifted an eyebrow to her claim. It would have been a mess anyway. “Oh? And how do you explain the matter at River Park?”The question perked Jane to ask, “What incident at River Park?”The teen’s face whitened, her eyes bulged like pool balls. “I thought we’d agreed to not mention it!”“We did,” I said, casually. “But you should’ve known better than to trust a demon.”