Without Books I Would Not Have Become

For Success, The Author Must Make The Reader Care About The Destiny Of The Principals, And Sustain This Anxiety, Or Suspense, For About 100,000 Words.

It Was An Odd Thing To Do, To Stand In A Street In The Hope Of Seeing Someone Who Hardly Knew Him, But He Did Not Want To Move.

She Looked At His Young Face, So Full Of Concern And Tenderness; And She Remembered Why She Had Run Away From Everyone Else And Sought Solitude Here. She Yearned To Kiss Him, And She Saw The Answering Longing In His Eyes. Every Fiber Of Her Body Told Her To Throw Herself Into His Arms, But She Knew What She Had To Do. She Wanted To Say, I Love You Like A Thunderstorm, Like A Lion, Like A Helpless Rage; But Instead She Said: "i Think I'm Going To Marry Alfred.

My Favorite Period Is World War Ii, And I'm In The Middle Of Writing My Fourth Novel Set In That Era.

I Could Fall For You In A Heartbeat