“And yet—and yet—she enchants me, intrigues me, draws me like sin to hellfire. The infernal regions in the hollow between her breasts, wet and warm, dark and dense, offers delicious emptiness, captivating, overpowering, like the bottom of a well, the… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share Image
“Write in pictures. With your words, let the reader see not letters, but images. Be specific about every detail, but don't describe it--make it… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“Sound gives life to our words just as well as the images they conjure up and the sound is there, whether or not we… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“Grammar to a writer is to a mountaineer a good pair of hiking boots or, more precisely, to a deep-sea diver an oxygen tank.” — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.” — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“Every story is a ride to some place and time other than here and now. Buried in an armchair, reclined on a couch, prostrate… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“And yet—and yet—she enchants me, intrigues me, draws me like sin to hellfire. The infernal regions in the hollow between her breasts, wet and… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!” — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
“The heart is a repository of emotions--real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future--and there in your chest, operating at an average… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share
