I Feel Like If You Read Something,

I Think I Would Have Liked To Have Been A Twin... Sometimes My Sisters And I Get Mistaken For Twins, And I Always Take It As A Compliment.

There Are A Lot Of Things In The World That Are A Lot Weirder Than Psychic Abilities, That We Accept As True.

I Wanted My Life To Start - But In Those Rare Moments When It Seemed Like Something Might Actually Change, Panic Shot Through Me.

Perhaps Fiction Has, For Me, Served A Similar Purpose--what Is A Narrative Arc If Not The Imposition Of Order On Disparate Events?--and Perhaps It Is My Avid Reading That Has Been My Faith All Along.

Well, I Think That If You Sincerely Try To Imagine What Life Is Like For Another Person - Not In A Mocking Way, Not In A Satirical Way, But In A Sincere, Compassionate Way - I Don't Think That's Exploitive.