It Touched Me To Be Trusted With

Every Writer Hopes His Or Her Book Will Be Its Own Thing.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

In The End, I Always Act From The Heart, Even If I Also Value Reason And Tradition. I Wish I Could Explain Why, But I Don't Know.

...what Will We Someday Do, I Always Wonder, Without The Pleasures Of Turning Through Books And Stumbling On Things We Never Meant To Find?

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.