Nothing Had Happened Yet In My Life

Here We Go Again. Always A Few Drinks, But Sometimes Even Sober, We Play The Unhappiness Game; Endlessly Round And Round. Ding Dong. Tighter And Tighter. On And On. Push Me Pull You. Come Here And I'll Tell You How Much I Hate You. Hang On A Minute While I Leave You. All The While We Know We Are Missing The Point, Whatever The Point Used To Be.

I Do Not Think We Remember Our Family In Any Real Sense. We Live In Them Instead

Story Is About Pulling The Reader In And A Plot Is A More Externalized Mechanism Of Revelation. A Plot Is More Antic, More Performative, And Less Intimate. When You're Telling A Story You're Telling It Into Someone's Ear.

A Novel Is Written Not To Be Judged, But Experienced.

There Are Men Who Would Do Anything, Asleep, And I'm Not Sure What Stops Them When They Wake. I Do Not Know How They Draw The Line.