We All Have The Same Dreams.

Everything Goes. I Am Working Very Hard At Not Thinking About How Everything Goes.

Life Changes In The Instant. The Ordinary Instant.

It's Hard To Find A Book That's Safe To Write. Because One Always Goes To Dark Or Difficult Places.

I'm Totally In Control Of This Tiny, Tiny World Right There At The Typewriter.

I Just Read Everything I Could Get My Hands On. I Taught Myself To Read Or My Mother Taught Me. Who Knows How I Learned To Read? It Was Before I Went To School, So I Would Go To The Library And Just Take Things Off The Shelf. My Mother Had To Sign A Piece Of Paper Saying I Could Take Adult Books.