The Night Is A Strawberry.

I Turned Down All The Requests For The Rights To The Books, For Years, Mostly Because They Wanted The Rights To The Characters, And To Turn It Into A Tv Series. This Would Have Allowed Them To Do Anything They Wanted With The Characters, And That Just Wasn't An Option For Me.

A Good Novel Is A Good Novel, Pointe Finale. And I Think What I'm Writing Is Exactly That.

Myrna Could Spend Happy Hours Browsing Bookcases. She Felt If She Could Just Get A Good Look At A Person’s Bookcase And Their Grocery Cart, She’d Pretty Much Know Who They Were.

The Leaves Had Fallen From The Trees And Lay Crisp And Crackling Beneath His Feet. Picking One Up He Marveled, Not For The First Time, At The Perfection Of Nature Where Leaves Were Most Beautiful At The Very End Of Their Lives.

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.