If You Loved People, You

I Have No Personal Knowledge Of, Or Experience With, Paramilitary Hate Groups, Or Heart Transplantation, Or Escapees From Maximum Security Prisons, Or What It's Like To Be Profoundly Deaf. But I've Written About All These Topics, And The Books Became Bestsellers. I Figure That If Something Interests Me, There's A Reasonably Good Chance That It's Going To Interest The Reader, Too. As I Approach My Keyboard Each Day, I Remind Myself To Have A Good Time - As Good A Time As One Can Have Doing The Hardest Work There Is.

It Takes Far Less Courage To Cling To The Past Than It Does To Face The Future".

She Shook Her Head Slowly. “i Don’t Believe You. You Can’t Be A Cop.” “not A Cop.” “federal Agent?” “fbi.” “even More Unlikely.” “j. Edgar Rolls Over In His Grave Every Day, But That’s The Way It Is.

Don't Ever Be Afraid To Live. Because Though Dying Is Easy When Compared To Living

He Lifted His Gaze To The Framed Photograph Of Tanya And Him Taken On Their Wedding Day. God, She Had Been Lovely. Her Smile Had Come Through Her Eyes Straight From Her Heart. He Had Known Unequivocally That She Loved Him. He Believed To This Day That She Had Died Knowing That He Loved Her. How Could She Not Know? He Had Dedicated His Life To Never Letting Her Doubt It.