Books Are Not About Messages. I Write

Reason Lost The Battle, And All I Could Do Was Surrender And Accept I Was In Love.

Sometimes, We Need To Be Strangers To Ourselves. Then The Hidden Light In Our Soul Will Illuminate What We Need To See.

Our Souls Are Prisoners Of The Terror Of Death, And The Day Is Beautiful.

Join With Those Who Sing Songs, Tell Stories, Enjoy Life ... Because Happiness Is Contagious. Join Those Who Walk With Their Heads High Even When They Have Tears In Their Eyes. Avoid Those Who ... Have Never Shed A Tear

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me.