Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?

If You Were To Be Lost In The River, Jonas, Your Memories Would Not Be Lost With You. Memories Are Forever.

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.

It's A Funny Thing About Names, How They Become A Part Of Someone.