I Have Read All My Novels That

I Didn't Have Much To Say To Anybody But Kept To Myself And My Books. With My Eyes Closed, I Would Touch A Familiar Book And Draw It's Fragrance Deep Inside Me. This Was Enough To Make Me Happy.

This Was Never Any Place I Was Meant To Be. This Isn’t A Place For Me.

There Are Many Things We Only See Clearly In Retrospect.

No Matter How Honestly You Open Up To Someone, There Are Still Things You Cannot Reveal.

Dreaming Is The Day Job Of Novelists, But Sharing Our Dreams Is A Still More Important Task For Us. We Cannot Be Novelists Without This Sense Of Sharing Something.