To Be Honest, The Only Thing I

A Journalist Also Needs To Be Disciplined, And So Do I. I Am, Essentially, Lazy. Without Discipline I'd Be Just A Mass Of Gummy Bears On The Sofa Instead Of On Book Tour With My Eighth Novel.

Foolish People Are Never Harmless. Stupidity Accounts For As Many Crimes As Anger And Greed.

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?

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

What Did Falling In Love Do For You? Can You Ever Really Explain It? It Filled Empty Spaces I Never Knew Were Empty. It Cured A Loneliness I Never Knew I Had. It Gave Me Joy. And Freedom. I Think That Was The Most Amazing Part. I Suddenly Felt Both Embraced And Freed At The Same Time.