Sometimes There’s No One To Listen To

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

I Think The Job Of Writing And Literature Is To Encourage Each One Of Us To Believe That We're Living In A Story.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body, Skins And Moles And Old Scars, Secret And Public Hair, Crooked Toes. I Support Those Who Have Done Nothing Large.

You Know, Those Of Us Who Leave Our Homes In The Morning And Expect To Find Them There When We Go Back - It's Hard For Us To Understand What The Experience Of A Refugee Might Be Like.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.