You Don't Understand. You've Never Hated Anybody.

I Remember Things The Way They Should Have Been.

Anyone Who Ever Gave You Confidence, You Owe Them A Lot.

I Was Terribly Sure Trees And Flowers Were The Same As Birds Or People. That They Thought Things And Talked Among Themselves. And We Could Hear Them If We Really Tried. It Was Just A Matter Of Emptying Your Head Of All Other Sounds. Being Very Quiet And Listening Very Hard. Sometimes I Still Believe That. But One Can Never Get Quiet Enough.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Me As Long As It Isn't True.

I Also Write The Last Paragraph Or Page Of A Story First. That Way I Always Know What I'm Working Towards.