The Fancy That Extraterrestrial Life

There's A General Impulse To Distract The Grieving Person - As If You Could.

I Closed The Box And Put It In A Closet. There Is No Real Way To Deal With Everything We Lose.

Novels Are Like Paintings, Specifically Watercolors. Every Stroke You Put Down You Have To Go With. Of Course You Can Rewrite, But The Original Strokes Are Still There In The Texture Of The Thing.

Above All, She Is The Girl Who 'feels' Things, Who Has Hung On To The Freshness And Pain Of Adolescence, The Girl Ever Wounded, Ever Young. Now, At An Age When The Wounds Begin To Heal Whether One Wants Them To Or Not, Joan Baez Rarely Leaves The Carmel Valley.

What You're Normally Doing As A Writer Is Trying To Find The Narrative.