My Illness Is Excruciating And Difficult To

I Just Thought I Was Empty And Now I'm Being Filled...and I Just Wanted To Keep Being Filled.

His Books Were The Closest Thing He Had To Furniture And He Lived In Them The Way Other Men Live In Easy Chairs.

Without Dignity, Identity Is Erased.

The Biggest Problem Has Been Exhaustion. I've Spent About 6 Of The Last 14 Years Completely Bedridden.

Every Day After Lunch When I Was Writing My First Book, I'd Nibble A Square Of Fine Chocolate And Meditate On All That Had Gone Into Its Creation: The Sun And Rain That Spilled On The Cocoa Plant, The Soil That Nourished It, The Hands That Picked The Beans, And So On. My Taste Of Chocolate Became A Lesson On The Interconnectedness Of Things, And The Infinite Blessings For Which I Am Grateful.