Rejection Is A Cancer, Edie. It Eats

My Fingers Positively Itched To Drift At Length Along Their Spines, To Arrive At One Whose Lure I Could Not Pass, To Pluck It Down, To Inch It Open, Then To Close My Eyes And Inhale The Soul-sparking Scent Of Old And Literate Dust.

Hope's One Thing, Expectation's Quite Another.

Some Say I'm An Overnight Success. Well, That Was A Very Long Night That Lasted About 10 Years. But While I Do, Of Course, Now Feel The Pressure Having Had Books That Have Been Very Successful, I Just Know I Have To Concentrate On Writing For Myself. I Can't Worry About Genres Or Markets Or What Might Be Commercial Or Not. That Never Works.

Happiness In Life Is Not A Given, It Must Be Seized.

Children Don’t Require Of Their Parents A Past And They Find Something Faintly Unbelievable, Almost Embarrassing, In Parental Claims To A Prior Existence.