Could It Ever Be Explained, How Matter

I Was The Basest Of Readers. All I Wanted Was My Own World, And Myself In It, Given Back To Me In Artful Shapes And Accessible Form.

If Life Was A Dream, Then Dying Must Be The Moment When You Woke Up. It Was So Simple It Must Be True. You Died, The Dream Was Over, You Woke Up. That's What People Meant When They Talked About Going To Heaven. It Was Like Waking Up.

Not Being Boring Is Quite A Challenge.

At That Moment, The Urge To Be Writing Was Stronger Than Any Notion She Had Of What She Might Write.

...the World She Ran Through Loved Her And Would Give Her What She Wanted And Would Let It Happen.