I Watch His Hands, They're

Scared Is What You're Feeling. Brave Is What You're Doing.

I Think It Would Be A Shame For Any Writer To Let Their Publishers In Any Way Corral Them Into A Single Genre.

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.

With A Time-based Medium Like Theater Or Film, You Can't Have The Audience Getting Restless In Their Seats. They're Stuck There On Their Bums; You Have To Pay Enormous Attention To Pace And You Can't Lose Your Way.

There Are Some Tales Not For Telling, Whether Because They Are Too Long, Too Precious, Too Laughable, Too Painful, Too Easy To Need Telling Or Too Hard To Explain. After All, After Years And Travels My Secrets Are All I Have Left To Chew On In The Night.