I Was Behaving, Just Like I Promised,

There Are Few Things, Apparently, More Helpful To A Writer Than Having Once Been A Weird Little Kid.

Church Always Seemed The Same. Jess Could Tune It Out The Same Way He Tuned Out School, With His Body Standing Up And Sitting Down In Unison With The Rest Of The Congregation But His Mind Numb And Floating, Not Really Thinking Or Dreaming But At Least Free.

The Wonderful Thing About Books Is That They Allow Us To Enter Imaginatively Into Someone Else’s Life. And When We Do That, We Learn To Sympathize With Other People. But The Real Surprise Is That We Also Learn Truths About Ourselves, About Our Own Lives, That Somehow We Hadn’t Been Able To See Before.

Sitting In Cold Wet Britches For An Hour Was No Fun Even In A Magic Kingdom.

The World That Is In Me Is The Only World I Have By Which To Grasp The World Outside And As I Write Fiction, It Is The Chart By Which I Must Steer.