All Things In My Novels Are Real

There Is Nothing So Cruel In This World As The Desolation Of Having Nothing To Hope For.

Time Moves In It Special Way In The Middle Of The Night.

When You See Runners In Town Is Easy To Distinguish Beginners From Veterans. The Ones Panting Are Beginners; The Ones With Quiet, Measured Breathing Are The Veterans. Their Hearts, Lost In Thought, Slowly Tick Away Time. When We Pass Each Other On The Road, We Listen To The Rhythm Of Each Other's Breathing, And Sense The Way The Other Person Is Ticking Away The Moments.

One Impossible Day, Of An Impossible Month, Of An Impossible Year.

You Can See A Person's Whole Life In The Cancer They Get.