It's Why You Create Characters: So You

Truth, At The Wrong Time, Can Be Dangerous.

A Writer Uses A Pen Instead Of A Scalpel Or Blow Torch.

This Last Night We Tear Into Each Other, As If To Wound, As If To Find The Key To Everything Before Morning.

Here. Where I Am Anonymous And Alone In A White Room With No History And No Parading. So I Can Make Something Unknown In The Shape Of This Room. Where I Am King Of Corners.

He Was A Man Who Wrote, Who Interpreted The World. Wisdom Grew Out Of Being Handed Just The Smallest Sliver Of Emotion. A Glance Could Lead To Paragraphs Of Theory.