I lost my grandma a few years ago and I think that is the main reason I started to write more; to vent. She died in her sleep, unexpectedly. I never got to tell her I loved her and cherished her. Always tell the ones you love you love them before its too late.
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It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey