Every Time I End A Book, I

I Like Melancholy. I Like To Pretend That I'm Alone In The World And I'm Just Sort Of Abandoned.

I Love Planting. I Love Digging Holes, Putting Plants In, Tapping Them In. And I Love Weeding, But I Don't Like Tidying Up The Garden Afterwards.

I've Never Gotten Used To Winter And Never Will.

Writing Is Not A Profession. It's A Calling. It's Almost Holy.

There Are Things That Make Us Choose, On Certain Days, On Certain Nights, The Opposite Of Love, In All Its Variations. But I Want To Acknowledge That With Love And Hate It's Not Simply One Or The Other. It's At Least Two, Three, Four, Five Different Emotions Existing At Once, Side By Side, A Broad Spectrum Of Things Alive.