What Kind Of World Permitted Such Terrible

I Might Add That You Change As A Person As You Grow Older, So You Change As A Writer, Too.

Fantasy Is The Only Canvas Large Enough For Me To Paint On.

You Spend So Much Time Wondering Who You Are, Don't You Think? You Flounder About, Searching For Your Identity, When Most Of The Time It Is Plain As The Nose On Your Face. You Struggle With Questions Of Purpose And Need, And Forget That The Answers Are Found Mostly Inside Yourselves.

We Are Constantly Being Put To The Test By Trying Circumstances And Difficult People And Problems Not Necessarily Of Our Own Making.

I Cannot Imagine Life Without Books Any More Than I Can Imagine Life Without Breathing.