I Am Not Fighting For Success, Just

Stories Can Conquer Fear, You Know. They Can Make The Heart Bigger.

The Road Will Never Swallow You. The River Of Destiny Will Always Overcome Evil. May You Understand Your Fate. Suffering Will Never Destroy You, But Will Make You Stronger. Success Will Never Confuse You Of Scatter Your Spirit, But Will Make You Fly Higher Into The Good Sunlight. Your Life Will Always Surprise You.

Bad Things Will Happen And Good Things Too. Your Life Will Be Full Of Surprises. Miracles Happen Only Where There Has Been Suffering. So Taste Your Grief To The Fullest. Don’t Try And Press It Down. Don’t Hide From It. Don’t Escape. It Is Life Too. It Is Truth. But It Will Pass And Time Will Put A Strange Honey In The Bitterness. That’s The Way Life Goes.

Reading, Therefore, Is A Co-production Between Writer And Reader. The Simplicity Of This Tool Is Astounding. So Little, Yet Out Of It Whole Worlds, Eras, Characters, Continents, People Never Encountered Before, People You Wouldn’t Care To Sit Next To In A Train, People That Don’t Exist, Places You’ve Never Visited, Enigmatic Fates, All Come To Life In The Mind, Painted Into Existence By The Reader’s Creative Powers. In This Way The Creativity Of The Writer Calls Up The Creativity Of The Reader. Reading Is Never Passive.

I Went To London Because, For Me, It Was The Home Of Literature. I Went There Because Of Dickens And Shakespeare.