I Leave A Lot Out When I

Wear Your Heart On The Page, And People Will Read To Find Out How You Solved Being Alive.

I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but Who Here Is Quite Himself? And Yet There Is A Way In Which We Are All More Ourselves Than Ever, I Suppose.

I Could Claim Any Number Of High-flown Reasons For Writing, Just As You Can Explain Certain Dogs Behavior... But Maybe, It’s That They’re Dog, And That’s What Dogs Do.

I Know When A Story Is Finished When There Is Not A Single Thing More I Can Think To Do To It. And Since I Know At The Start What The Last Line Will Be, I Know When I've Reached That Point As Logically As I Can That It's Finished. As For The Rewriting-it's Not Foolproof, Of Course, But If You're Honest About Having Thought Of Every Possibility And You Still Come Back To What You Have, What More Can You Do?

For Peace Of Mind, I Will Lie About Any Thing At Any Time.