What Seems Tragic Now Won't Even Be

Whenever I Go To Germany I Find That My Readers Have T-shirts With My Book Covers Printed On Them. They Come To All The Events, They Have Gifts And They Come With Their Families. They Are Always Very Open To Sharing Their Personal Stories.

We Said We Would Meet Again But We Made No Arrangements. Not Out Of Any Bad Feeling Between Us, But Because I Felt It Had All Been Said, Or Not Said But Understood, And She Probably Did Too. To Know She Was There Was Enough, And For Her To Know I Was Around Was Probably Too. Sometimes That's All People Ever Really Need. Just To Know.

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.

Love Is Not A Theme. It's An Atmosphere, A Mood.

...god Leads You To It And Takes You Through It.