I Have Been A Fan Of Comic

And That's The Thing About People Who Mean Everything They Say. They Think Everyone Else Does Too.

In The Coming Days And Weeks, Laila Would Scramble Frantically To Commit It All To Memory, What Happened Next. Like An Art Lover Running Out Of A Burning Museum, She Would Grab Whatever She Could--a Look, A Whisper, A Moan--to Salvage From Perishing To Preserve. But Time Is The Most Unforgiving Of Fires, And She Couldn't, In The End, Save It All.

Not A Word Passes Between Us, Not Because We Have Nothing To Say, But Because We Don't Have To Say Anything

The Bewildering Success Of My Books Continues To Surprise Me.

Laila Has Moved On. Because In The End She Knows That’s All She Can Do. That And Hope.