His Conviction That Everything Happened For A

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

He Had No Money And No Home; He Lived Entirely On The Road Of The Racing Circuit, Sleeping In Empty Stalls, Carrying With Him Only A Saddle, His Rosary, And His Books...the Books Were The Closest Thing He Had To Furniture, And He Lived In Them The Way Other Men Live In Easy Chairs.

Since Signing With Universal, I Have Been Working Closely With Gary Ross, The Director, Producer And Screenwriter. We Have Spent Many Hours On The Phone, And I've Been Sending Him Information And Items That Have Been Useful To The Writing Process.

Every Day After Lunch When I Was Writing My First Book, I'd Nibble A Square Of Fine Chocolate And Meditate On All That Had Gone Into Its Creation: The Sun And Rain That Spilled On The Cocoa Plant, The Soil That Nourished It, The Hands That Picked The Beans, And So On. My Taste Of Chocolate Became A Lesson On The Interconnectedness Of Things, And The Infinite Blessings For Which I Am Grateful.

While It's Really Hard To Do, At The Same Time, I'm Escaping My Body, Which I Really Want To Do. I'm Living Someone Else's Life. I Get Very Intensely Into The Story, Into The Interviews And The Research. I'm Experiencing Things Along With My Subjects. I Have A Freedom I Don't Have In My Physical Life