It Was Such A Pleasure

I Simply Love Writing Good Stories, That's My Passion.

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Doors Lead To Things And I've Never Met One I Haven't Wanted To Open.

Gerry?' Laurel Had To Strain To Hear Thought The Noise On The Other End Of The Line. 'gerry? Where Are You?' 'london. A Phone Booth On Fleet Street.' 'the City Still Has Working Phone Booths?' 'it Would Appear So. Unless This Is The Tardis, In Which Case I'm In Serious Trouble.

I Am Not A Storyteller . . . Not Like The Others. I Only Have One Tale To Tell.