To Love Someone Enough To Let Them

Fantasy For Me As A Kid Was Real, And I Had A Fantasy About What Life Was, Whether It Was Sort Of Wicked And Dire, Or Wholly Normal, Or Whatever. Anything Really Close To Home Is Not, It Seems To Me, What A Good Book Should Be About.

Do You Mind Not Being So Kind And Obedient? It Makes Me Nervous.

Writing For Adults, You Have To Keep Reminding Them Of What Is Going On. The Poor Things Have Given Up Using Their Brains When They Read. Children You Only Need To Tell Things To Once.

A Fickle Heart Is The Only Constant In This World

I Assure You, My Friends, I Am Cone Sold Stober.