A Good Novel Begins With A Small

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

Families Hold Each Other In An Iron Grip Of Definition. One Must Break The Grip, Somehow.

I Was The Goldfish That Leapt Out Of The Bowl.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.

When There's A Terrible Murder People Who Are Interviewed Say, 'this Has Always Been A Quiet Neighborhood.' That Is So Dumb And Uninformed! The Earth Is Not A Quiet Neighborhood. There Isn't Anyplace That's A Quiet Neighborhood. People Are Asking Themselves How To Stay Neat In The Cyclone.