Remember How You Used To Be Able

It Is True That I Am A Person With Black Pockets Of Evil And Hatred In My Heart. There Are Underground Places Inside Of Me

The Only Reason We Find Structure In Stories Is Because It's There Naturally In Human Interaction, And In The Way That People Tell Stories.

Cartoonist Was The Weirdest Name I Finally Let Myself Have. I Would Never Say It. When I Heard It I Silently Thought, What An Awful Word.

What If She Stepped On A Needle And It Went Right Into Her Foot And Roberta Would Not Feel It And The Needle Would Rise And Rise And Rise Through The Veins Leading Up To The Heart And Then The Needle Would Stab Her In The Heart And Roberta Would Die And It Would Be Very Painful This According To Nurse Mother A Medical Expert On Freaky Ways To Croak... The Mother Shouted That She Knew Several People Who Died From The Rising Stab Of The Unfelt Needle Or Rsun She Has Seen Cases Of It Many Times And Not One Person Has Survived It.

When I Work On A Book, I Usually Start With A Question. And I Don't Sit Around And Go "i Need To Write A Book. What's A Good Question?" It Will Be A Question That's Just Clanging Around In My Head.