I Don't Think About Being

If There Is Anything That I Think I Might Use Later, I Underline It.

He Was Weeping. Although 'weeping' Really Is To Small A Word For The Activity The Kind Had Undertaken. Tears Were Cascading From His Eyes. A Small Puddle Had Formed At His Feet. I Am Not Exaggerating. The King, It Seemed, Was Intent On Crying Himself A River.

And So He Was Reading The Story As If It Were A Spell And The Words Of It, Spoken Aloud, Could Make Magic Happen.

We Forget That The Simple Gesture Of Putting A Book In Someone's Hands Can Change A Life. I Want To Remind You That It Can. I Want To Thank You Because It Did. - 2010 Indies Choice Award

I Have Not Googled Myself. I Have Not Looked At Myself On Amazon. It Could Drive You Wild.