Every Human Being Has Inside Them Something

I Talk To My Readers On Social Networking Sites, But I Never Tell Them What The Book Is About. Writing Is Lonely, So From Time To Time I Talk To Them On The Internet. It's Like Chatting At A Bar Without Leaving Your Office. I Talk With Them About A Lot Of Things Other Than My Books.

Some People Appear To Be Happy, But They Simply Don't Give The Matter Much Thought. Others Make Plans: I'm Going To Have A Husband, A Home, Two Children, A House In The Country. As Long As They're Busy Doing That, They're Like Bulls Looking For The Bullfighter: They React Instinctively, They Blunder On, With No Idea Where The Target Is. They Get Their Car, Sometimes They Even Get A Ferrari, And They Think That's The Meaning Of Life, And They Never Question It. Yet Their Eyes Betray The Sadness That Even They Don't Know They Carry In Their Soul. Are You Happy?

And, When You Can't Go Back, You Have To Worry Only About The Best Way Of Moving Forward.

People Want To Change Everything And, At The Same Time, Want It All To Remain The Same.

May My Tears Run Just As Far, That My Love Might Never Know That One Day I Cried For Him.