I Am Not Just What I Remember.

...it’d Be Like Looking For A Needle In A Burning Haystack.' 'oh, I’ve Done That,' Mark Said Airily. 'it’s A Game We Used To Play, After We Got Rid Of All Our Livestock And Didn’t Need Our Hay No More. You Throw A Match Into The Haystack, Give The Fire A Three-second Head Start, And Begin Looking. You Can Find The Needle Every Time If You Work Quick

There's Hope Around The Corner.

I Write A Book Over A Period Of Months Or Years, And When I'm Done With It, Usually Another Year Goes By Before I See It In Print. It's Hard To Be Patient And Wait

I Am Not Just What I Remember. I Am Also What I Dream.

I Wish, Peevishly, That He Didn't Know Anything About How Soldiers Sleep, How They Protect Their Fellow Soldiers. It Would Be Nicer If I Could Share The Cloaks Warmth With Him, If We Could Lie With Our Faces Together, Whispering Into The Night.