That Literary-popular Distinction Is, In My View,

I'm An Ecumenical Reader, Grew Up With All Sorts Of Fiction, Teach Writing, Went To The Iowa Writers' Workshop, So My Tastes And Interests Are Broad.

It's Different Being Afraid When There's The Hope It Will Amount To Something.

I Saw My One Purpose In That Moment, Looking Into That Little Girls Eyes. I Was The One Who Was Meant To Save Her, That Was My One Purpose All This Time.

As Long As We Remember A Person, They're Not Really Gone. Their Thoughts, Their Feelings, Their Memories, They Become A Part Of Us.

In Her Mind's Eye She Saw It, Saw It All At Last: The Rolling Armies And The Flames Of Battle; The Graves And Pits And Dying Cries Of A Hundred Million Souls; The Spreading Darkness, Like A Black Wing Stretching Over The Earth; The Last, Bitter Hours Of Cruelty And Sorrow, And The Terrible, Final Flights; Death's Great Dominion Over All, And, At The Last, Empty Cities, Becalmed By The Silence Of A Hundred Years. Already These Things Were Coming To Pass.