As Elmore Leonard Says, I Write To

Take This Squirrel, For Instance. Ulysses. Do I Believe He Can Type Poetry? Sure, I Do Believe It. There Is Much More Beauty In The World If I Believe Such A Thing Is Possible.

Understand, I Had Absolutely No Interest In Writing; I Wanted To Be A Writer.

Pea Was Aware Suddenly Of How Fragile Her Heart Was, How Much Darkness Was Inside It, Fighting, Always, With The Light. She Did Not Like The Rat. She Would Neverlike The Rat, But She Knew What She Must Do To Save Her Own Heart.

Reader, Do You Think It Is A Terrible Thing To Hope When There Is Really No Reason To Hope At All? Or Is It (as The Soldier Said About Happiness) Something That You Might Just As Well Do, Since,in The End, It Really Makes No Difference To Anyone But You?

It Is A Bad Thing To Have Love And Nowhere To Put It.