The trick to following someone without getting caught is to follow somebody who doesn't think they're being followed.

You can't believe everything you read.

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.

How can someone so wonderful do something so terrible?

You meet people who are in pain in life and love and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.

There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.

Like most writers, I look back on all of my finished works with utter regret, and the trouble with writing a series of novels is that you have to go back and read them, and make sure that you haven't forgotten anything you've created, and then when you do that, you're faced with your own mistakes on every trick, from the wrong word in places to entirely the wrong incident.