Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

Everyone's In Their Own Personal Coma.

Some People Are Just Born Human, The Rest Of Us, We Take A Lifetime To Get There.

No, None Of Us Seem So Very Real. We're Only Supporting Characters In The Lives Of Each Other. Any Real Truth, Any Precious Fact Will Always Be Lost In A Mountain Of Shattered Make-believe.

Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy Says, Is Committing Suicide.

My Writing Process Isn't A Very Organized Thing. The Actual Writing Part Is A Tiny Part Of My Life. I Often Write In Public. I Bring My Laptop Or Write Freehand In Notebooks. Then, I'll Read Through Them While I Exercise Or Walk The Dog. The Very Last Thing I Do Is The Sitting Alone At The Computer Part.