We Don't Build,' I Said To My

I Do Understand That You Can Look Into Someone’s Eyes,” I Heard Myself Saying, “and Suddenly Know That Life Will Be Impossible Without Them. Know That Their Voice Can Make Your Heart Miss A Beat And That Their Company Is All Your Happiness Can Ever Desire And That Their Absence Will Leave Your Soul Alone, Bereft And Lost.

I Sometimes Wonder What Would Have Happened If The First Book Had Not Sold... Doesn't Bear Thinking About, But I Suppose We'd Have Made It Work Somehow.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

Writing Is A Solitary Occupation.

And Yes, There's A Simplicity To Writing Books Because You're Not A Member Of A Team, So You Make All The Decisions Yourself Instead Of Deferring To A Committee.