Believe, Believe, Believe

Memories, So Sweet And Bitter.. They Had Both Nourished And Devoured Him For So Many Years. Until A Time Came When They Began To Fade, Turning Faint And Blurred, Only An Ache To Be Quickly Pushed Away Because It Went To Your Heart. For What Was The Use Of Remembering All You Had Lost?

You Really Don't Understand The First Thing About Writing...for One Thing, Early In The Morning Is The Worst Possible Time. The Brain Is Like A Wet Sponge At That Hour. And For Another, Real Writing Is A Question Of Staring Into Space And Waiting For The Right Ideas.

Everything Gets To Me. I'm Very Sentimental.

He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different Dreams Can Be! Nature Will Soon Grant Your Wish.

They're All Cruel,' He Said. 'the World I Come From, The World You Come From, And This One, Too. Maybe The People Don't See The Cruelty In Your World Right Away, It's Better Hidden, But It's There All The Same.