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But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?

Life Is Choice. All Day, Everyday. Who We Talk To, Where We Sit, What We Say, How We Say It. And Our Lives Become Defined By Our Choices. It's As Simple And As Complex As That. And As Powerful. So When I'm Observing That's What I'm Watching For. The Choices People Make

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.

What Did Falling In Love Do For You? Can You Ever Really Explain It? It Filled Empty Spaces I Never Knew Were Empty. It Cured A Loneliness I Never Knew I Had. It Gave Me Joy. And Freedom. I Think That Was The Most Amazing Part. I Suddenly Felt Both Embraced And Freed At The Same Time.

Few Things Are Better In The World Than A Room Full Of Librarians. I Consider Them Literary Heroes. The Keepers And Defenders Of The Written Word.