My Dream Was To Be Known As

Family Life Was Wonderful. The Streets Were Bleak. The Playgrounds Were Bleak. But Home Was Always Warm. My Mother And Father Had A Great Relationship. I Always Felt 'safe' There.

I Have Lived A Thousand Lives Lost Within The Pages Of A Book.

You Have To Accept The Critical Reviews If They Treat You With Respect. Actually, It's One Person's Opinion. So, It's A Concern But Not An Overriding One, And I Don't Stay Up Nights Worrying About Reviews. But There Are Certain People I Respect Who I Hope Will Like A Book.

And He Did See--that Life Was Rotten, That There Were No Heroes, Really, And That You Couldn't Trust Anybody, Not Even Yourself.

It Would Be Nice To Avoid The World, To Leave It And All Its Threats And Unhappiness. Not To Die Or Anything Like That, But To Find A Place Of Solitude And Solace.