A story of remarkable simplicity and charm. A young swimmer invites us into sea off the coast of California where through her eyes we see an entire realm of creatures we have never known so intimately before. Truly for people of all ages, Lynne Cox's adventure with the baby whale, Grayson, becomes a parable and an experience, thanks not only to the author's great and generous spirit, but through her immense gift for describing nature.

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

Evil is just a point of view

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.

I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening as they rose and for one blessed moment, one blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel as if its curves were not made of wind but of something solid that could echo these ethereal songs, and their organized rhythm, their heartbreaking beauty piercing the catastrophic suffering of this place-Lestat

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.