Piece By Piece Living Is Hard To

You Think You're Safe. Until You See A Picture Like That. And Then You Know You'll Always Be A Slave To The Present Because The Present Is More Powerful Than The Past, No Matter How Long Ago The Present Happened.

Writing Is A Hellish Task, Best Snuck Up On, Whacked On The Head, Robbed And Left For Dead.

In Terms Of The Secrets That Imbue And Underlie Fall On Your Knees, They Were As Much Of A Mystery To Me As I Was Creating The Story As They Are To The Readers.

Hope Is A Gift. You Can't Choose To Have It. To Believe And Yet To Have No Hope Is To Thirst Beside A Fountain.

Do You Think There's Such A Thing As A Ghost Who Masquerades As A Person? Do You Believe That There Are People Whose Bodies Are Still Alive Here On Earth But Whose Souls Are Already In Hell?