Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try"...As said by Ernest Hemingway in "Blast"...The first short story in "Bullet".

Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try, " Ernest Hemingway in "Blast".

I may not give you as much love as you want, but I will give you as much as I have.

In the whole world, Everyone is a creative with their own way and idea.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

I got my heroes secondhand, from television and movies, to a certain extent.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

Pity swells the tide of love.

A little thought is sexton to all the world.

Goodness often blossoms like roses on very rickety trellis-work, and beauty can grow out of nonsense.

Inspiration is hogwash. My work comes directly out of my loves and hates. Muses don't whisper in my ear, and ideas don't flow over my body like a cool rain.

Mine is not a story to tell struggling writers.