You Should Not Have Assault Rifles In

I Will Write My Way Into Another Life.

People Seem Able To Love Their Dogs With An Unabashed Acceptance That They Rarely Demonstrate With Family Or Friends. The Dogs Do Not Disappointment Them, Or, If They Do, The Owners Manages To Forget About It Quickly. I Want To Learn To Love People Like This, The Way I Love My Dog, With Pride And Enthusiasm And A Complete Amnesia For Faults. In Short, To Love Others The Way My Dog Loves Me.

No One Tells The Truth To People They Don't Actually Know, And If They Do It Is A Horrible Trait. Everyone Wants Something Smaller, Something Neater Than The Truth.

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

You Can't Say, "i'm Too Busy Writing To Be Political." You Are One Person.