A little girl came home from school with a drawing she'd made in class.She danced into the kitchen ,where her mother was preparing dinner. "Mom,guess what ?" she squealed waving the drawing . her mother never looked up. "what"? she said ,tending to the pots. "guess what?" the child repeated ,waving the drawings. "what?" the mother said , tending to the plates. "Mom, you're not listening" "sweetie,yes I am" "Mom" the child said "you're not listening with your EYES

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.

It's the thinking that gets you killed.

You were one person, and you changed the world.

And if you don´t commit? I asked. Your choice. But you miss what´s on the other side. What´s on the other side? "Ah" he smiled. "A happiness you cannot find alone

Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.