The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

In My Early Twenties, That's When I Really Began To Write. Before That, I Was Too Busy Working, Keeping Myself Going.

I Was The Goldfish That Leapt Out Of The Bowl.

Freedom Is A Public Library.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.