Think Only On The Climb. Think On

I Knew That There Had Been Times In The Past-terrible Times-when People Had Destroyed Others In Haste,in Fear, And Had Brought About Their Own Destruction

The Mind Can’t Explain It, And You Can’t Make It Go Away. It’s Called Love.

Then I Went Home To Continue My Life, Which Had Changed A Little, As Lives Do Every Day, Inching By Microspecks Forward Toward Whatever Surprises Are Coming Next.

I Feel Sorry For Anyone Who Is In A Place Where He Feels Strange And Stupid.

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.