You Know That Great Car-stomach

When I Work On A Book, I Usually Start With A Question. And I Don't Sit Around And Go "i Need To Write A Book. What's A Good Question?" It Will Be A Question That's Just Clanging Around In My Head.

It Is True That I Am A Person With Black Pockets Of Evil And Hatred In My Heart. There Are Underground Places Inside Of Me

If You Can Stand To Wait 24 Hours Before You Decide The Fate Of What You Have Written - Either Good Or Bad - You're More Likely To See That Invisible Thing That Is Invisible For The First Few Days In Any New Writing. We Just Can't Know What All Is In A Sentence Until There Are Several Sentences To Follow It. Pages Of Writing Need More Pages In Order To Be Known, Chapters Need More Chapters.

These Are Very Confusing Times. For The First Time In History A Woman Is Expected To Combine: Intelligence With A Sharp Hairdo, A Raised Consciousness With High Heels, And An Open, Nonsexist Relationship With A Tan Guy Who Has A Great Bod.

Something Can Only Become An Illusion After Disillusionment. Before That, It Is Something Real. What Caused The Disillusionment? No One Told Me The Print On The Wall Was Just Ink And Paper And Had No Life Of Its Own. At Some Point The Cat Stopped Blinking, And I Stopped Thinking It Could.