Those Were Strange Days, Now That I

Nothing In The Real World Is As Beautiful As The Illusions Of A Person About To Lose Consciousness.

I Am 55 Years Old Now. It Takes Three Years To Write One Book. I Don't Know How Many Books I Will Be Able To Write Before I Die. It Is Like A Countdown. So With Each Book I Am Praying - Please Let Me Live Until I Am Finished.

Once She Was Out Of The Car And Gone, My World Was Suddenly Hollow And Meaningless.

You Don't Have To Judge The Whole World By Your Own Standards. Not Everybody Is Like You, You Know.

I Was Enjoying Myself Writing, Because I Don't Know What's Going To Happen When I Take A Ride Around That Corner. You Don't Know At All What You're Going To Find There. That Can Be Thrilling When You Read A Book, Especially When You're A Kid And You're Reading Stories.