One Of The Inspiring Things About Susan

In The Buddhist Texts, Some Of Them Say, When You Die, Basically That Wild Horse Gets Cut Loose, And The Mind Is Incredibly Powerful And Expansive, Omniscient And Can Go Anywhere And See Anything, But - And This Is The Catch - It's Colored By The Habits Of Thought We Made In Life.

To Me, The Writer's Main Job Is To Just Make The Story Unscroll In Such A Way That The Reader Is Snared - She's Right There, Seeing Things Happen And Caring About Them. And If You Dedicate Yourself To This Job, The Meanings More Or Less Take Care Of Themselves. That's The Theory, Anyway.

Equality Has Always Been Extant But Some Of Us Just Didn't Know It.

I'm Always Nice When I Do Drugs. But, You Know, I'm Nicer On The Drug Called "writing."

I Try To Keep My Artistic Opinions Not So Much "to Myself" But "on Myself."