Thus, In A Real Sense, I Am

Sometimes It Seemed To Him That His Life Was Delicate As A Dandelion. One Little Puff From Any Direction, And It Was Blown To Bits.

Reading Has Made Such A Profound Difference To My Life. I'm Sure I Became A Writer Because Of The Power Of Literature In My Own Life.

Nothing Smelled So Good Or Danced So Well As A Birch Fire.

Death Is Very Mysterious To Us. One Moment Someone Is There With Us, And The Next Moment They're Not.

As I Look Back On What I Have Written, I Can See That The Very Persons Who Have Taken Away My Time Are Those Who Have Given Me Something To Say.