She Saw Him Fracture Into Rainbow Colors

My Horizon's Have Shrunk And I Have Only Endings To Write.

A Figure Of Speech Is A Shifty Thing; It Can Be Twisted Or It Can Be Straight.

We Were Language's Magpies By Nature, Stealing Whatever Sounded Bright And Shiny.

The Accidents Of My Life Have Given Me The Ability To Make Stories In Which Different Parts Of The World Are Brought Together, Sometimes Harmoniously, Sometimes In Conflict, And Sometimes Both - Usually Both. The Difficulty In These Stories Is That If You Write About Everywhere You Can End Up Writing About Nowhere.

I Always Thought Storytelling Was Like Juggling [...] You Keep A Lot Of Different Tales In The Air, And Juggle Them Up And Down, And If You're Good You Don't Drop Any.