A Work That Intends To Be Art

My Writing Comes From Ideas That Make A Sound In My Heart.

We Humans Have Had From Time Unknown The Compulsion To Name Things And Thus To Be Able To Deal With Them. The Name We Give To Something Shapes Our Attitude Toward It. And In Ancient Thought The Name Itself Has Power, So That To Know Someone's Name Is To Have A Certain Power Over Him. And In Some Societies, As You Know, There Was A Public Name And A Real Or Secret Name, Which Would Not Be Revealed To Others.

Miss Edmunds Was One Of His Secrets. He Was In Love With Her. Not The Kind Of Silly Stuff Ellie And Brenda Giggled About On The Telephone. This Was Too Real And Too Deep To Talk About, Even To Think About Very Much.

It's Such A Thrill When An Adult Comes Up To Me And Says, 'i Read Your Book As A Child And Really Loved It.' That's A Tremendous Compliment.

If You're So Afraid Of Your Imagination That You Stifle It, How Are You Going To Know God? How Can You Imagine Heaven?