Life Is All Getting Used To What

To Be Human Is To Be In A Story.

I've Always Known A Lot Of Very Bad People, Destructive, Brutes Of A Certain Kind. Then I've Seen These Lovely Impulses And What Not, And They've Stayed With Me And Comforted Me.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.

I Don't Like To Listen To Music While I'm Working.