I Wish My Life Could Be Like

My Father Was An Engineer - He Wasn't Literary, Not A Writer Or A Journalist, But He Was One Of The World's Great Readers. Every Two Weeks, He'd Take Me To Our Local Branch Library And Pull Books Off The Shelf For Me, Stacking Them Up In My Arms - 'have You Read This? And This? And This?"

My House Is Modern, But I Like My Writing Room To Be Old Fashioned. I Write On A Little Wooden Secretary Desk.

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.

I'm A Fish Swimming By...catch Me If You Want Me.