Once Again There Was The Desert, And

All You Imagined, No Matter How Wild It Might Seem, Was No More Than A Disguised Version Of What You Already Knew.

I Felt Lonely And Content At The Same Time. I Believe That Is A Rare Kind Of Happiness.

When Asked, 'how Do You Write?' I Invariably Answer, 'one Word At A Time.'

Money Means I Can Support My Family And Still Do What I Love. Not Very Many People Can Say That In This World, And Not Many Writers Can Say That.

Let's Face It. No Kid In High School Feels As Though They Fit In.