Memory Is The Happiness Of Being Alone.

And Here In This Room, I Re-experience The Memories Again And Again It Is How Wisdom Comes And How We Shape Our Future.

And It Was Lonely, To Yearn, All Alone.

Keep A Green Tree In Your Heart And Perhaps The Singing Bird Will Come.

It Was Almost December, And Jonas Was Beginning To Be Frightened.

I Think Of Every Book As A Single Entity, And Some Have Later Gone On To Become A Series, Often At The Request Of Readers.