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We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

Writing Is Nearly Always A Matter Of Finding Whatever Your Brain Needs To Trick It Into Being Creative, And In My Case, A Tiny Little Bit Of Fact Just Seems To Work.

Books Are The Air I Breathe, So I Don't Notice The Seasons.

With A Time-based Medium Like Theater Or Film, You Can't Have The Audience Getting Restless In Their Seats. They're Stuck There On Their Bums; You Have To Pay Enormous Attention To Pace And You Can't Lose Your Way.

Everybody's Damaged By Something.