I Never Discuss A Novel

When Life Hands Us A Beutiful Bouquet Of Flowers We Stare At It In Cautious Expectation Of A Bee.

The Process, Not The Final Achievement, Is What It's All About.

Even In The Darkest Moments, Light Exists If You Have Faith To See It.

When New Hopes Fail, Old Hopes Return In The Endless Cycle Of Desperation.

She'd Been Acutely Aware That Terror, Betrayal, And Cruelty Had A Human Face, But She Had Not Sufficiently Appreciated That Courage, Kindness, And Love Had A Human Face As Well.