My Literary Success Meant Nothing To Me

Don't Let The Past Steal Your Present. This Is The Message Of Christmas: We Are Never Alone.

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

Money? I Lost All Taste For It.

It Is Human Nature To Instinctively Rebel At Obscurity Or Ordinariness.

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.