I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

Today I Must Be Very Careful, Today I Have Left My Armor At Home.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

All Of Writing Is A Huge Lake. There Are Great Rivers That Feed The Lake, Like Tolstoy Or Dostoyevsky. And Then There Are Mere Trickles, Like Jean Rhys. All That Matters Is Feeding The Lake. I Don't Matter. The Lake Matters. You Must Keep Feeding The Lake.