Did I Help You To

In The Dark Beside Me, She Smelled Of Sweat And Sunshine And Vanilla.

You Say You're Not Special Because The World Doesn't Know About You, But That's An Insult To Me. I Know About You.

What I Eventually Realized Is That The Real Business Of Books Is Not Done By Awards Committees Or People Who Turn Trees Into Paper Or Editors Or Agents Or Even Writers. We're All Just Facilitators. The Real Business Is Done By Readers.

I Wasn't Disappointed. My Expectations Had Been Met.

He Let His Mind Wander. It Went To A Predictable Place, And He Missed Her