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.

People have told me, "Go write your book," and I said, "OK.

Go ahead, make me mad, I'll just use you in one of my books.

I refuse to give up when things go wrong because there is always a sliver lining behind the cloud.

Get up," I tell myself, "You go and make your dreams a reality. There's no use staying home and whine every time life beats you down. There's a meadow in the deep forest; you just have to keep pushing through.

If there's one thing I've learned, it is to never give up--no matter what your circumstances are. Giving up doesn't solve anything.

The secret of being a successful writer is--write. Every writer deserves that chance.

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.

We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was with him before. Although I was positive that I’d never seen this man, something still ached at me. Was it a longing of a piece of my past starting to take effect?