A Work That Intends To Be Art

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

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.

I Was Behaving, Just Like I Promised, But Fate Intervened.

The Thing I Have Learned Through The Years Is That One Idea 'doth' Not A Novel Make. A Novel Must Be Several Seemingly Unrelated Ideas That Somehow Magically Come Together To Create The Fabric Of The Story.

Peace Is Not Won By Those Who Fiercely Guard Their Differences, But By Those Who With Open Minds And Hearts Seek Out Connections.