Each Beat Told Him He Was Still

He Could Hardly Lift His Spoon During Breakfast, And Then He Was Out On The Lake, His Spoon Soon Replaced By A Shovel.

Each Beat Told Him He Was Still Alive, At Least For One More Second.

When I Turned The Corner, I Saw Toni Waving At Me From The Elevator. I Think I've Already Told You How It Made Me Feel To See Her Smile And Wave At Me. You Can Have Your Sunsets And Waterfalls. If A Piano Were To Suddenly Fall On My Head, That's The Image I'd Want Forever Engraved In My Mind. —alton Richard

If Only, If Only," The Woodpecker Sighs, "the Bark On The Tree Was As Soft As The Skies." While The Wolf Waits Below, Hungry And Lonely, Crying To The Moo-oo-oon, "if Only, If Only.

I Didn't Become A Good Writer Until I Learned How To Rewrite. And I Don't Just Mean Fixing Spelling And Adding A Comma. I Rewrite Each Of My Books Five Or Six Times, And Each Time I Change Huge Portions Of The Story.