I Break Up Through The

I Wake Up Thinking: What Am I Reading? What Will I Read Next? I'm Terrified That I'll Run Out, That I Will Read Through All I Want To, And Be Forced To Learn Wildflowers At Last, To Keep Awake.

Why Did I Have To Keep Learning This Same Thing Over And Over?

I Feel As Though I Stand At The Foot Of An Infinitely High Staircase, Down Which Some Exuberant Spirit Is Flinging Tennis Ball After Tennis Ball, Eternally, And The One Thing I Want In The World Is A Tennis Ball.

When You Write, You Lay Out A Line Of Words. Soon You Find Yourself Deep In New Territory.

Private Life, Book Life, Took Place Where Words Met Imagination Without Passing Through The World.