Writing Is Like Sex, If It's Difficult

I'm Sorry If This All Seems A Little Rushed And Desperate. It Is.

People Fall So In Love With Their Pain, They Can’t Leave It Behind. The Same As The Stories They Tell. We Trap Ourselves.

Nobody's Told Me Anything To Date That I've Been Completely Reviled By.

Because Nothing Is As Good As You Can Imagine It. No One Is As Beautiful As She Is In Your Head. Nothing Is As Exciting As Your Fantasy.

Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy Says, Is Committing Suicide.