On Their Way To Freedom, Some People

For Me, Writing Isn't A Way Of Being Public Or Private; It's Just A Way Of Being. The Process Is Always Full Of Pain, But I Like That. It's A Reality, And I Just Accept It As Something Not To Be Avoided. This Is The Life I Have. This Is The Life I Write About.

Most Of The Nations That Have Serious Gardening Cultures Have, Or Had, Empires. You Can't Have This Luxury Of Pleasure Without Somebody Paying For It. This Is Nice To Know. It's Nice To Know That When You Sit Down To Enjoy A Plate Of Strawberries, Somebody Got Paid Very Little So That You Could Have Your Strawberries. It Doesn't Mean The Strawberries Will Taste Different, But It's Nice To Enjoy Things Less Than We Do. We Enjoy Things Far Too Much, And It Leads To Incredible Pain And Suffering.

Express Everything You Like. No Word Can Hurt You. None. No Idea Can Hurt You. Not Being Able To Express An Idea Or Word Will Hurt You More. Like A Bullet.

I Come From A Little Island With The Caribbean Sea On One Side And The Atlantic Ocean On The Other. I Come From, Really, Nowhere, And For Me, The Fiction And The Nonfiction, Creative Or Otherwise, All Come From The Same Place.

The Families Of Rabbits Or Woodchucks Will Eat The Salad Greens Just Before They Are Ready To Be Picked; I Plot Ways To Kill These Animals But Can Never Bring Myself To Do It.