Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

I Wish There Really Was Such A Thing As A Time-clock Puncher, Though. I Wish Some Gigantic, Surly, Stone-fisted Soap Mahoney-type Guy Went Around The World Smashing Every Clock In Sight Till There Weren't Any More And People Got So Confused About When To Go To The Mill Or School Or Church That They Gave Up And Did Something Interesting Instead.

To Me, It's A Great Day Every Time I Receive A Letter From Somebody Who Climbed Inside One Of My Books, Inhabited It For A While, Learned A Little Something, And Emerged Grateful.

Music Is Just A Word For Something We Love Largely Because It Consists Of Things That Words Can't Express. Likewise, The Heart Is Just A Word For Something In Us That Music Sometimes Touches.

But I Finally Concluded That It Is An Inalienable Right Of Lovers Everywhere To Become Temporarily Worthless To The World, It May Even Be Their Duty.

The Bad Thing About Falling Into Pieces Is That It Hurts. The Good Thing About It Is That Once You're Lying There In Shards You've Got Nothing Left To Protect, And So Have No Reason Not To Be Honest