The Mind Can’t Explain It, And You

Gabe?" The Newchild Stirred Slightly In His Sleep. Jonas Looked Over At Him. "there Could Be Love", Jonas Whispered.

Think Only On The Climb. Think On What You Control

There Is Something About That Moment, When Literature Becomes Accessible, And A Door Of The World Opens.

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.

But Then Everyone Would Be Burdened And Pained. They Don't Want That. And That's The Real Reason The Receiver Is So Vital To Them, And So Honored. They Selected Me--and You-to Lift That Burden From Themselves.