I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing… How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.

I want my readers to feel, to think, sometimes to laugh. But most of all I want them to enjoy a good read.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.

For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!

It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.

People are freer in America. But there are more tears.