Nobody Else In The World Would Look

If You Scare Somebody Enough, They Stop Being Rational.

There Are Two Kinds Of People, Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The Wall, And Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The People Who Push Them Off The Bed.

Making Up Characters And Places And Plots, Unlike Fixing Your Plumbing Or Doing Dishes, Is Anything But Practical Or Rational. I Write What Needs To Be Written The Way That Seems Genuinely Right.

Most Of Them Were Murderers. But When I Went There To Talk, They Were The Nicest People. I Did A Reading. I Said, "thank You," And Then They Said To Me, "could You Talk Some More?" And I Said, "why?" And They Answered, "most Of Us Are In Solitary Confinement, So The Moment You Finish Talking, They Take Us Back To Our Cells. We Like Hanging Out Here Together."

He Felt Full Of A Dense And Sour Substance That Was Blocking His Chest, And It Wasn't Grief. After All Those Years, Life Now Seemed Like No More Than A Trap, A Maze, Not Even A Maze, Just A Room That Was All Walls, No Door.