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I Resist When Someone Calls Me A Novelist: It Implies Some Kind Of Inherent Superiority Of The Novel. I'm Not A Novelist, I'm A Writer.

I Spotted A Can In The Corner Whose Red Label Read Sadness. Was There So Much Of It They Could Can It And Sell It? A Bolt Of Pain Went Through My Intestines Before I Realized That It Was Not Sadness But Sardines.

I Cannot Live Or Write Without Music. It Stimulates The Normally Dormant Parts Of My Brain That Come In Handy When Constructing Fiction.

If You Find Yourself As A Person In Unfamiliar Territory, You Will Grasp On To What Is Already Familiar.

We Dreamt Of Light, But Hoped For Darkness.