You Priests. You're All The Same. You

I Sell Dreams, Small Comforts, Sweet Harmless Temptations To Bring Down A Multitude Of Saints Crashing Among The Hazels And Nougatines

Love Not Often, But Forever.

One Of The Things That Writing Has Taught Me Is That Fiction Has A Life Of Its Own. Fictional Places Are Sometimes More Real Than The View From Our Bedroom Window. Fictional People Can Sometimes Become As Close To Us As Our Loved Ones.

Change Isn't Always Comfortable, But It Is A Fact Of Life.

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.