I Don't Believe In Anything, Mother," I

I Do Want To Go Another Way - To Write Something Completely Different.

Oh, The Lies That I Have Told Myself And Others. I Knew It Yet I Didn't Know.

You Can Look At The New York Times Bestseller List And You Can Be Pretty Sure That The Writers On That List Don't Know Each Other Very Well.

You Sense My Loneliness, (...) My Bitterness At Being Shut Out Of Life. My Bitterness That I'm Evil, That I Don't Deserve To Be Loved And Yet I Need Love Hungrily. My Horror That I Can Never Reveal Myself To Mortals. But These Things Don't Stop Me, Mother. I'm Too Strong For Them To Stop Me. As You Said Yourself Once, I Am Very Good At Being What I Am. These Things Merely Now And Then Make Me Suffer, That's All

None Of Us Really Changes Over Time. We Only Become More Fully What We Are.