Africa Was The Most Exotic Place I

I Can Still Remember The Miraculous Feeling Of Writing A Sentence, Then More Sentences, Telling A Story. The First Thing I Wrote Was A One-page Summary Of Robinson Crusoe And I Am So Sorry I Do Not Have It Any More; It Was At That Moment I Became An Author.

I Know Paradise Has Many Gates, Just As Hell Does. One Has To Learn To Distinguish Between Them, Or One Is Lost.

I Can Still Remember. I Was Ill, And I Was Seven, And My Father Didn't Want Me To Just Read Children's Books. He Came With Conan Doyle. I Tried, And I Liked It. I Think The First I Read Was 'the Sign Of The Four'; 'study In Scarlet' Was The Next One. Then I Guess I Stayed Home A Few Extra Days From School To Read.

The Stories I Create Are Never As Awful As Reality.

Life Is A Flimsy Branch Over An Abyss.