Every Life Is Complicated, Every

Behind Every Closed Door Might Wait A Thief Of Minds And A Collector Of Souls.

Although The Human Heart Is Selfish And Arrogant, So Many Struggle Against Their Selfishness And Learn Humility; Because Of Them, As Long As There Is Life, There Is Hope That Beauty Lost Can Be Rediscovered, That What Has Been Reviled Can Be Redeemed.

Books Were This Wonderful Escape For Me Because I Could Open A Book And Disappear Into It, And That Was The Only Way Out Of That House When I Was A Kid.

Funny, How One Good Cookie Could Calm The Mind And Even Elevate A Troubled Soul.

Not All Popular Novelists Are Good, But All Good Novelists Are, Sooner Or Later, Popular.