I write to save the world from hunger, poverty, wars, child abuse, rape, suicides, make it more interesting, more people hugging, more happy endings... All in my head.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
