I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was

I Went To London Because, For Me, It Was The Home Of Literature. I Went There Because Of Dickens And Shakespeare.

I'm Fascinated By The Mysterious Element That Runs Through Our Lives. Everyone Is Looking Out Of The World Through Their Emotion And History. Nobody Has An Absolute Reality.

Reading, Like Writing, Is A Creative Act. If Readers Only Bring A Narrow Range Of Themselves To The Book, Then They'll Only See Their Narrow Range Reflected In It.

This Earth That We Live On Is Full Of Stories In The Same Way That, For A Fish, The Ocean Is Full Of Ocean. Some People Say When We Are Born We're Born Into Stories. I Say We're Also Born From Stories.

What You See Is What You Make. What You See In A People Is What You Eventually Create In Them.