Julie Orringer Is The Real Thing, A

A Lot Of Time, With Stories, I'll Start Out With A Title And Try To Dream Myself Into The Story That It Evokes - A Kind Of Subconscious Exercise In Which I'm Trawling For Some Kind Of Entryway Into Fiction.

At A Certain Point, You Must Be Able To Slip Loose. At A Certain Point, You Found That You Had Been Set Free. You Could Be Anyone, He Thought. You Could Be Anyone.

It's Not Like It Ruined My Life, I Was Going To Say, But Then I Didn't. Because It Occurred To Me That Maybe It Had Ruined My Life, In A Kind Of Quiet Way--a Little Lie, Probably Not So Vital, Insidiously Separating Me From Everyone I Loved.

If No One Knows You, Then You Are No One.

I Still Think About The Writers I Loved When I Was A Kid.