The Past Is Obdurate. It Doesn't Want

Her Body Was Wrapped In Shadows Like Moth Wings, Like Rose-petals.

A Dimwit Thinks Nothing Is Funny Unless It's Mean.

I Was In Enough To Get Along With People. I Was Never Socially Inarticulate. Not A Loner. And That Saved My Life, Saved My Sanity. That And The Writing. But To This Day I Distrust Anybody Who Thought School Was A Good Time. Anybody.

I Think Reality Is Thin, You Know, Thin As Lake Ice After A Thaw, And We Fill Our Lives With Noise And Light And Motion To Hide That Thinness From Ourselves.

The Book Is Not The Important Part. The Book Is The Delivery System. The Important Part Is The Story And The Talent.