Sometimes When Persons Say Definitely It Sounds

I Remember Manners, That's When People Are Scared To Make Other Persons Mad.

Goodbye, Room." I Wave Up At Skylight. "say Goodbye," I Tell Ma. "goodbye, Room." Ma Says It But On Mute. I Look Back One More Time. It's Like A Crater, A Hole Where Something Happened. Then We Go Out The Door.

When People Write To Me With Stories, They Are Never Ones That Work For Me. There's Something Mysterious About Which Ones Catch You.

I've Been Writing Full-time Since I Was 23.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.