All Of Us Write Wish Fulfillment.

Don't Be Sad That Roses Have Thorns. Be Glad That Thorns Have Roses. Today's The Day I Worried About Yesterday And It Didn't Happen.

I Think My Books Come Out Very Visual, Which Is An Obvious Consequence.

I Had A Teacher Once, Grade School Somewhere. Philippines, I Think, Because She Always Wore A Big White Hat. So It Was Somewhere Hot. I Was Always Twice The Size Of The Other Kids, And She Used To Say To Me: Count To Ten Before You Get Mad, Reacher. And I've Counted Way Past Ten On This One. Way Past.

It Gives Me Some Kind Of Chance To Survive The Night." "how Are Those Better Odds? If You Come Back With Me, You're Guaranteed To Survive The Night." "no," Reacher Said. "if I Come Back With You, I'm Guaranteed To Die Of Shame.

I Was Fired From My Television Job, Simple As That. Well, Downsized, Really, A Classic 1990s Situation.