Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.

There's Literary Creation And Literary Business. When I First Got Something Accepted, It Gave My Life A Validation It Didn't Otherwise Have.

It's Akin To Style, What I'm Talking About, But It Isn't Style Alone. It Is The Writer's Particular And Unmistakable Signature On Everything He Writes. It Is His World And No Other. This Is One Of The Things That Distinguishes One Writer From Another. Not Talent. There's Plenty Of That Around. But A Writer Who Has Some Special Way Of Looking At Things And Who Gives Artistic Expression To That Way Of Looking: That Writer May Be Around For A Time.

There Was This Funny Thing Of Anything Could Happen Now That We Realized Everything Had.

I Could Hear My Heart Beating. I Could Hear Everyone's Heart. I Could Hear The Human Noise We Sat There Making, Not One Of Us Moving, Not Even When The Room Went Dark.

There Is No Answer. It's Okay. But Even If It Wasn't Okay, What Am I Supposed To Do?