Life Sometimes Gets In The Way Of

I Probably Read 100 Times More Than I Write, But That Way When I Move My Characters Through It, I Know.

Art Was As Much In The Activity As In The Results. Works Of Art Were Not Just The Finished Product, But The Thought, The Action, The Process That Created Them.

You Weren't Being Punished. You Were Waiting For Me.

I Think Of My Books As Mainstream And That's Were Most People Who Read Them Look For Them In Book Stores.

She Loved Him, More Than She Could Ever Find Words For, But This Love He Felt For Her Was Not Quite The Same. It Wasn't So Much Stronger, As More Demanding, More Insistent. As Though He Feared He Would Lose That Which He Had Finally Won.