A Young Writer's Prayer

Lord, you know me better than I know myself. If I should retreat suddenly from a swarm of buzzing voices to put ink on paper in a frenzy, I do so because it lights my soul on fire. I know only that I must love and write, but I know these things with ferocious certainty. Make my pen like the sword of the Maid, that I may cut down with words the enemies of light. Amen.

Eddie

The days melt away to beautiful music.
She wraps herself like a cloud of smoke around my cranium,
well acquainted with regret.

"Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars."

Lord of the Flies / William Golding

"He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact."

Fahrenheit 451 / Ray Bradbury