It Is Terrible How Much Has Been

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

My Early Childhood Was Spent In Newark, New Jersey, But My Family Moved To Denver When I Was 12.

I Tell Writers To Keep Reading, Reading, Reading. Read Widely And Deeply. And I Tell Them Not To Give Up Even After Getting Rejection Letters. And Only Write What You Love.

Egypt Loved The Lotus Because It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.