People Gave Me Such A Bad Time

The Idea I Pursue Is The One That Keeps Coming Back To Me. The Characters I Think About As I'm Falling Asleep At Night Or When I'm Driving To The Grocery Store Are The One's I Wind Up Writing About.

I Think That People All Grow Up And Have Their Same Personalities, But You Can Say, "oh, I Can See The Roots Of This Personality, Which I Didn't Like, But Then You Grew Up, And I Can Still See You As That Person, But I Do Really Like You Now." Which Is Sort Of How I Feel About Children - I Mean, About Children Who I Knew When I Was A Child And Grew Up With, And They're Still My Friends, And Children That I Know As Children Who I See Growing Up, And Every Year I Like Them More.

[i Remember Going] To A Hotel Gym At Six O'clock In The Morning, And The Television Was On, And It's Some Drama In Which Two Men Have Clearly Kidnapped A Woman. They're Interrogating Her, And They Put A Plastic Bag Over Her Head. They're Suffocating Her, And I'm Thinking, It's Six O'clock In The Morning! Why Does Anybody Need To See This? How Can I Find The Off Switch?

I Know Where I'm Going. And If I Don't Know Where I'm Going, I Don't Tend To Get Anywhere.

Because Of Her Singing They All Went Away Feeling Moved, Feeling Comforted, Feeling, Perhaps, The Slightest Tremors Of Faith.