I Just Write The Books That I

After I’d Told Her – The Mall, The Taxi, Cross Stroking My Hair – She Said, ‘did He Kiss You?’ ‘john And Martin Totally Would Have Seen That,’ I Said, And As I Felt Myself Implying The Circumstances Had Prevented Our Kissing, I Thought Maybe This Was Why You Told Stories To Other People – For How Their Possibilities Enlarged In The Retelling.

You Know, The Point Of A Novel - Or To Me, The Point Of A Novel, The Gift Of A Novel Is To Go Really Deeply Inside People's Lives And Inside Their Personal Experiences.

There's A Lot That's Not Explained About The Universe. And Psychic-ness Is Not Stranger Than That.

Being Raised In An Unstable Household Makes You Understand That The World Doesn't Exist To Accommodate You, Which... Is Something A Lot Of People Struggle To Understand Well Into Their Adulthood. It Makes You Realize How Quickly A Situation Can Shift, How Danger Really Is Everywhere. But Crises When The Occur, Do Not Catch You Off Guard; You Have Never Believed You Lived Under A Shelter Of Some Essential Benevolence. And An Unstable Childhood Makes You Appreciate Calmness And Not Crave Excitement.

And This Is How I Know That It's All Just Words, Words, Words - That Fundamentally, They Make No Difference... Our Relationship, For As Long As Things Were Good, And In That Moment When They Could Have Been Good Again, Was About The Irrelevance Of Words. You Feel What You Feel, You Act As You Act, Who In The History Of The World Has Ever Been Convinced By A Well-reasoned Argument?