Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst

The First Person You Should Think Of Pleasing, In Writing A Book, Is Yourself. If You Can Amuse Yourself For The Length Of Time It Takes To Write A Book, The Publisher And The Readers Can And Will Come Later.

How Was It Possible To Be Afraid And In Love... The Two Things Did Not Go Together. How Was It Possible To Be Afraid, When The Two Of Them Grew Stronger Together Every Day? And Every Night. Every Night Was Different, And Every Morning. Together They Possessed A Miracle.

What Was It To Love Someone, What Was Love Exactly, And Why Did It End Or Not End? Those Were The Real Questions, And Who Could Answer Them?

Honestly, I Don't Understand Why People Get So Worked Up About A Little Murder!

That Wasn't A Bad Price For A First Book. My Agent Upped It As Much As Possible. I Was 27 And Had Nothing Behind Me. I Was Working Like A Fool To Earn A Living And Pay For My Apartment