We Must Ask Ourselves These

Hands Down, The Biggest Thrill Is To Get A Letter From A Kid Saying, I Loved Your Book. Will You Write Me Another One?

If You Have No Intention Of Loving Or Being Loved, The Whole Journey Is Pointless.

I Believe, Sometimes, That The Whole World Has An Aching Heart.

I Love Words; I Love The Way They Sound. Once I've Worked On Everything Else, The Last Drafts Of My Books Come Down To How They Sound.

You Are The Ever-expanding Universe To Me