I Don't Know What She Is Now.

I Think I've Written 40 Books, And None Of Them Have Been Heavy On Action. I'm An Introspective Person.

He Hunched His Shoulders And Tried To Make Himself Smaller In The Seat. He Wanted To Disappear, To Fade Away, Not To Exist.

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.

For A Contributing Citizen To Be Released From The Community Was A Final Decision, A Terrible Punishment, An Overwhelming Statement Of Failure.

Writing Is Hard Work, And Fun, And Requires You To Keep Your Backside In A Chair When You Would Sometimes Like To Put It Elsewhere. So The Only Wisdom Is The Advice To Keep At It, I Guess.