The Value Of Life Lies Not In

It's Different When The Person You Love Dies. There's An Awful Finality To Death. But It Is Final. The End. And There's The Funeral, Family Gatherings, Grieving, All Of Those Necessary Rituals. And They Help, Believe Me. When The Object Of Your Love Just Disappears, There's No Way To Deal With The Grief And Pain.

We Are Each The Authors Of Our Own Lives, Emma. We Live In What We Have Created. There Is No Way To Shift The Blame And No One Else To Accept The Accolades.

A Person With Taste Is Merely One Who Can Recognize The Greatest Beauty In The Simplest Things.

Life Was Life. It Happened. You Never Knew What Was Going To Come At You. Or How You Could Defend Yourself.

I Will Never Stop Writing. People Often Ask When I Will Retire, But I Say It's None Of Their Business. Writing Defines Who I Am. I Love The Feeling Of Holding A Finished Book In My Hands, And Then I Can't Wait To Start The Great Adventure Of Writing The Next One.