Knowing And Knowing What To

They Stayed, Many Of Them, Because Staying Was Easier And Less Scary Than Leaving.

The Line Of Gray Along The Horizon Is Brighter Now, And With The Coming Light I Feel A Certainty: That There Is, Despite Our Wild Imaginings, Only One Life. The Ghostly Others, No Matter How Real They Seem, No Matter How Badly We Need Them, Are Phantoms. The One Life We're Left With Is Sufficient To Fill And Refill Our Imperfect Hearts With Joy, And Then To Shatter Them. And It Never, Ever Lets Up.

I'm Delighted By How Nobody's Fool Turned Out. It Was A Rare Movie.

It's No Secret That In My Books I'm Trying To Make The Comic And The Serious Rub Up Against Each Other Just As Closely And Uncomfortably As I Can.

You Just Kind Of Have Faith. If That Sounds Kind Of Mystical, It's Because I Really Don't Know How It Works, But I Trust That It Does. I Try To Write The Way I Read, In Order To Find Out What Happens Next.