In Winter The Very Ground Seemed To

Winning Doesn't Mean My Book Is Better Than Anyone Else's. It Means I'm Very Fortunate. And I Should Be Very, Very Aware Of That. And Grateful.

How Much More Courage It Took To Be Kind Than To Be Cruel.

It Is Very, Very Dangerous To Come Between A Person And Their Beliefs.

I'm Just Like This. I Have No Talent For Choosing My Battles. Life Seems, Strangely, Like A Battle To Me. The Whole Thing.

Aid Workers, When Handing Out Food To Starving People, Quickly Learn That The People Fighting For It At The Front Are The People Who Need It Least. It's The People Sitting Quietly At The Back, Too Weak To Fight, Who Need It The Most. And So Too With Tragedy.