One Drop Of Hatred In Your Soul

The Conversation Of Kisses. Subtle, Engrossing, Fearless, Transforming.

And Now Such A Warm Commotion, Such Busy Love.

Peoples Lives, In Jubilee As Elsewhere, Were Dull, Simple, Amazing, Unfathomable-deep Caves Paved With Kitchen Linoleum. . . . What I Wanted [to Write Down] Was Every Last Thing, Every Layer Of Speech And Thought, Stroke Of Light On Bark Or Walls, Every Smell, Pothole, Pain, Crack, Delusion, Held Still And Held Together-radiant, Everlasting.

I Would Really Hope This Would Make People See The Short Story As An Important Art, Not Just Something You Played Around With Until You Got A Novel.

He Was Evidently The Sort Of Person Who Posed Questions That Were Traps For You To Fall Into.