People Do Things That Turn Out Badly,

So Many Of My Books, I Don't Want To Say They Have Messages, But They Have Important Things To Say.

Today Is Declared An Unscheduled Holiday.

For The First Time, He Heard Something That He Knew To Be Music. He Heard People Singing. Behind Him, Across Vast Distances Of Space And Time, From The Place He Had Left, He Thought He Heard Music Too. But Perhaps, It Was Only An Echo.

I Often Compare Myself As A Kid To My Own Grandchildren, Who Are Around 11 And 14 Now. That's The Age Kids Usually Read My Book. And I Remember Myself, We'd Gone Through A World War. My Father Was An Army Officer So I Was Aware Of What Was Going On. But I Wasn't Bombarded With Images Of Catastrophe Like Many Kids Are Today.

He Wept, And It Felt As If The Tears Were Cleansing Him, As If His Body Needed To Empty Itself.