Even Among The Angels, There Is The

Later - When Things Happened That They Could Never Have Imagined - She Wrote Him A Letter That Said: When Will You Learn That There Isn't A Word For Everything

...the Plural Of Elf Is Elves! What A Language! What A World!

The Price We Paid For The Volumes Of Ourselves That We Suffocated In The Dark.

I Think Of Novels As Houses. You Live In Them Over The Course Of A Long Period, Both As A Reader And As A Writer.

In Life We Sit At The Table And Refuse To Eat, And In Death We Are Eternally Hungry.