I Like The Way He Danced. And

Wherever You Walk, I Go With You. Selah.

I Would Have Stayed Forever Within The Garden Of Re-mose's Childhood, But Time Is A Mother's Enemy.

Death Is No Enemy, But The Foundation Of Gratitude, Sympathy, And Art. Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

I Tell Writers To Keep Reading, Reading, Reading. Read Widely And Deeply. And I Tell Them Not To Give Up Even After Getting Rejection Letters. And Only Write What You Love.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.