I Feel Sorry For Anyone Who Is

His Mind Reeled. Now, Empowered To Ask Questions Of Utmost Rudeness-and Promised Answers-he Could, Conceivably (though It Was Almost Unimaginable), Ask Someone, Some Adult, His Father Perhaps: "do You Lie?" But He Would Have No Way Of Knowing If The Answer He Received Was True.

The Life Where Nothing Was Ever Unexpected. Or Inconvenient. Or Unusual. The Life Without Colour, Pain Or Past.

He Wept Because He Was Afraid Now That He Could Not Save Gabriel. He No Longer Cared About Himself

I Don't Know What You Mean When You Say 'the Whole World' Or 'generations Before Him.'i Thought There Was Only Us. I Thought There Was Only Now.

I Don't Set Out To Transmit A Message. I Don't Write With A Political Point Of View. There Are No Religious Overtones. Looking Back At My Books, I Can Say, 'oh, Yes, It Is There.' But It's Not In My Mind When I Write.