I Have A Longing For Fiction -

As Your Perspective Of The World Increases Not Only Is The Pain It Inflicts On You Less But Also Its Meaning. Understanding The World Requires You To Take A Certain Distance From It.

The Strange Thing About Writing Is That It's So Easy To Write A Novel. It Is Really Easy. But It's Getting There To The Point Where It's Easy That's Hard. The Hard Part Is To Get There.

Shame Tells You When You've Gone Too Far. Then You Try If It's Okay To Go Too Far. And It Might Be So That Shame Was Right. You Can Never, Never Know That.

I Try To Write About Small Insignificant Things. I Try To Find Out If It’s Possible To Say Anything About Them. And I Almost Always Do If I Sit Down And Write About Something. There Is Something In That Thing That I Can Write About. It’s Very Much Like A Rehearsal. An Exercise, In A Way.

The Tree Was So Old, And Stood There So Alone, That His Childish Heart Had Been Filled With Compassion; If No One Else On The Farm Gave It A Thought, He Would At Least Do His Best To, Even Though He Suspected That His Child's Words And Child's Deeds Didn't Make Much Difference. It Had Stood There Before He Was Born, And Would Be Standing There After He Was Dead, But Perhaps, Even So, It Was Pleased That He Stroked Its Bark Every Time He Passed, And Sometimes, When He Was Sure He Wasn't Observed, Even Pressed His Cheek Against It.