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Here Is The Door Of My Mom's House, Well-remembered Childhood Portal. Here Is The Yard, And A Set Of Wires That Runs From The House To A Wooden Pole, And Some Fat Birds Sitting Together On The Wires, Five Of Them Lined Up Like Beads On An Abacus.

Writing A Short Story Is A Little Like Walking Into A Dark Room, Finding A Light And Turning It On. The Light Is The End Of The Story.

You Can't Tell People How To Feel When They Read Your Work. You Can Only Hope To Connect.

I Have To Admit That 'psychology Today' Was One Of The First Magazines I Started Reading, Back When I Was 13 Or 14, Because I Was The Kind Of Kid That Was Curious About The Mysterious Human Mind - I Hoped To Learn About Telekenisis, Multiple Personalities, Psychosis, And Various Other Cool And Terrible Things That Happened Inside People's Heads.

At A Certain Point, You Must Be Able To Slip Loose. At A Certain Point, You Found That You Had Been Set Free. You Could Be Anyone, He Thought. You Could Be Anyone.