I Think As An Artist Or A

Light Streamed Through One Of The Windows And Across Her Face And I Have Never Seen Anything Or Anyone So Beautiful In My Life. If My Heart Had Stopped At That Moment I Would Have Fallen Happy And Fallen Full And I Would Have Seen In Life All That I Had Wanted To See And All That I Needed To See. Fall. Let Me Fall.

I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix Of Fact And Fiction And Will Continue To Be. I Think It's An Interesting Place To Work.

The Past Doesn't Matter. People Cling To It Because It Allows Them To Ignore The Present.

To Say That You Can't See Echoes Of The Past In What I Do Would Be Absurd. Everything That Has Preceded Me Has Affected Me.

That's What Ever Great Writer, I Believe, Has Done Over The Course Of Time - Is They've Figured Out New Ways Of Telling The Same Stories.