Maybe The Body Is Taking Responsibility Where

I Can't Even Tell You What Else I Imagined. I Can Only Humiliate Myself To Such A Degree; At A Certain Point It Becomes Humorous, And This Story Is Not Meant To Be Humorous. This Story Is Meant To Winch Your Ribs Open And Tamper With Your Heart. This Story Is Meant To Make You Realize That Your Chances Of Happiness In This World Are Terribly Slim If You Lack A Fine Imagination.

I Think Female-female Relationships Interest Me So Much More Because They're So Encoded. There Is Kind Of A Psychic Element That Happens Within Groups Of Women. Whenever I Hang Out With My Female Friends, I Feel Like Context Is Never Needed.

If I Can Just Stop Being So Stressed Out, Maybe My Cancer Will Get Better! This Is Far Less Scary Than Treating A Disease Of Unknown Etiology.

I Think The One Reason That Writers Marry Other Writers - One Of The Reasons That I Married Another Writer - Was, I Fell In Love With That Writer. But Second Of All, I Had Been Married Before And A Source Of Marital Strife Was Me Needing To Go Away For A Couple Of Weeks To Write Or It's Saturday And I Think I Just Need To Work Today And Not Hang Out With You.

I Calmed Myself By Walking Into My Nearby Bookstore And Marveling At All The Books Other People Had Written. So Many People Had Finished And Published Novels; It Couldn’t Be So Hard, Right?