We Read To Know We're Not Alone.

Here I Am Going To Say Something Which May Come As A Bit Of A Shock. God Doesn't Necessarily Want Us To Be Happy. He Wants Us To Be Lovable. Worthy Of Love. Able To Be Loved By Him. We Don't Start Off Being All That Lovable, If We're Honest. What Makes People Hard To Love? Isn't It What Is Commonly Called Selfishness? Selfish People Are Hard To Love Because So Little Love Comes Out Of Them.

We Write To Know We Are Not Alone

Today Begins My Walk With You. Where You Go, I Go. Where You Stay, I Stay. When You Sleep, I Will Sleep. When You Rise, I Will Rise. I Will Pass My Days Within The Sound Of Your Voice, And My Nights Within The Reach Of Your Hand. And None Shall Come Between Us. - Manth Vow

The English Seem To Think Drinking Wine Is Like Committing Adultery, Something You Do Rarely And Abroad.

Madly, Futilely, I Wrote Novel After Novel, Eight In All, That Failed To Find A Publisher. I Persisted Because For Me The Novel Was The Supreme Literary Form: Not Just One Among Many, Not A Relic Of The Past, But The Way We Communicate To One Another The Subtlest Truths About This Business Of Living.