I Watch His Hands, They're Lumpy But

You Cannot Predict Literary Success; The Only Way You Can Possibly Aim For It Is To Do Your Thing And Do It Well.

Writing Stories Is My Way Of Scratching That Itch: My Escape From The Claustrophobia Of Individuality. It Lets Me, At Least For A While, Live More Than One Life, Walk More Than One Path. Reading, Of Course, Can Do The Same.

There Are So Many Examples Today Of How The Kind Of Wonderful Zealousness And Unquestioning Loyalty Of Young People Can Be Harnessed By All Sorts Of Insidious Powers.

He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her A Minute Ago But Now He's Not. Just A Thing.

...sentences Swallowed And Sung Back And Swallowed All Over Again. She Was Made Entirely Out Of Words.