I Could Not Ask Forgiveness For Something

When One Is Writing A Novel In The First Person, One Must Be That Person.

Writing Every Book Is Like A Purge; At The End Of It One Is Empty ... Like A Dry Shell On The Beach, Waiting For The Tide To Come In Again.

Here Was The Freedom I Desired, Long Sought-for, Not Yet Known Freedom To Write, To Walk, To Wander, Freedom To Climb Hills, To Pull A Boat, To Be Alone.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

Life And Death Do Not Wait For Legal Action.