But, Like Peace, Comfort Didn't Come From

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.

After Spending Most Of Her Life Scanning The Horizon For Slights And Threats, Genuine And Imagined, She Knew The Real Threat To Her Happiness Came Not From The Dot In The Distance, But From Looking For It. Expecting It. Waiting For It. And In Some Cases, Creating It. Her Father Had Jokingly Accused Her Of Living In The Wreckage Of Her Future. Until One Day She'd Looked Deep Into His Eyes And Saw He Wasn't Joking. He Was Warning Her.

We're All Blessed And We're All Blighted, Chief Inspector," Said Finney. "everyday Each Of Us Does Our Sums. The Question Is, What Do We Count?

The Night Is A Strawberry.

Fear Lives In The Head. And Courage Lives In The Heart. The Job Is To Get From One To The Other.