It Seems To Be That Way With

Miracles And Magic Pervade The Things That I've Written, But Yet There Are No Miracles And There Is No Magic.

Reader, Do You Think It Is A Terrible Thing To Hope When There Is Really No Reason To Hope At All? Or Is It (as The Soldier Said About Happiness) Something That You Might Just As Well Do, Since,in The End, It Really Makes No Difference To Anyone But You?

Every Well-written Book Is A Light For Me. When You Write, You Use Other Writers And Their Books As Guides In The Wilderness.

I Have Been Loved, Edward Told The Stars. So? Said The Stars. What Difference Does That Make When You Are All Alone Now?

But Let's Not Speak Of What Might Have Been. Let Us Speak Instead Of What Is. You Are Whole.