You'll Consider What You Did Wrong &

I Choose To Believe In God, But I Have Serious Doubts.

It Is The Tale, Not He Who Tells It.

Above, The Stars Shone Hard And Bright, Sparks Struck Off The Dark Skin Of The Universe.

I Have Never Felt Like I Was Creating Anything. For Me, Writing Is Like Walking Through A Desert And All At Once, Poking Up Through The Hardpan, I See The Top Of A Chimney. I Know There's A House Under There, And I'm Pretty Sure That I Can Dig It Up If I Want. That's How I Feel. It's Like The Stories Are Already There. What They Pay Me For Is The Leap Of Faith That Says: 'if I Sit Down And Do This, Everything Will Come Out Okay.'

A Person's Memory Is Everything, Really. Memory Is Identity. It's You.