Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In

Freedom Is A Public Library.

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

Life Is All Getting Used To What You're Not Used To.

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

I Don't Know What Makes A Writer's Voice. It's Dozens Of Things. There Are People Who Write Who Don't Have It. They're Tone-deaf, Even Though They're Very Fluent. It's An Ability, Like Anything Else, Being A Doctor Or A Veterinarian, Or A Musician.