We Read To Know That We Are

Madly, Futilely, I Wrote Novel After Novel, Eight In All, That Failed To Find A Publisher. I Persisted Because For Me The Novel Was The Supreme Literary Form: Not Just One Among Many, Not A Relic Of The Past, But The Way We Communicate To One Another The Subtlest Truths About This Business Of Living.

To Put It Another Way, Pain Is God's Megaphone To Rouse A Deaf World. Why Must It Be Pain? Why Can't He Rouse Us More Gently, With Violins Or Laughter? Because The Dream From Which We Must Be Wakened, Is The Dream That All Is Well.

If You Die, I'll Die.' 'but Is You Live, I'll Live.' - Bowman And Kestrel, Firesong

We Write To Know We Are Not Alone

I Am As I Am. The World Is As It Is. Whether I Am Content With That Has Very Little To Do With It.