“ I was behaving, just like I promised, but fate intervened. ”
Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.
~ Katherine Paterson
You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.
Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography,but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.
You never know ahead of time what something's really going to be like.
