I Was Anticipating That Some Readers Might

Everyone's Got A Different Story.

Kissing A Witch Is A Perilous Business. Everybody Knows It's Ten Times As Dangerous As Letting Her Touch Your Hand, Or Cut Your Hair, Or Steal Your Shoes. What Simpler Way Is There Than A Kiss To Give Power A Way Into Your Heart?

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

I Read A Lot Of Social History. If I'm In An Art Gallery And A Picture Intrigues Me, I Immediately Write Down The Title And I Google It. I Do A Lot Of Googling And Looking Out For Good Stories. I Can Almost Smell Them Sometimes.