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We Live In A Moment And A Culture When Reading Is Really Endangered. There's Simply No Way To Write Well, Though, If You're Not Reading Well.

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Be Willing And Unafraid To Write Badly, Because Often The Bad Stuff...forms A Base On Which To Build Something Better.

At Night, The House Thick With Sleep, She Would Peer Out Her Bedroom Window At The Trees And Sky And Feel The Presence Of A Mystery. Some Possibility That Included Her--separate From Her Present Life And Without Its Limitations. A Secret. Riding In The Car With Her Father, She Would Look Out At Other Cars Full Of People She'd Never Seen, Any One Of Whom She Might Someday Meet And Love, And Would Feel The World Holding Her Making Its Secret Plans.

What He Needed Was To Find Fifty More People Like Him, Who Had Stopped Being Themselves Without Realizing It.