But When The Thing That

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.

I Wasn't Afraid To Be Laughed At Or Be Loud.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?

You Can't Know What A Book Is About Until The Very End. This Is True Of A Book We're Reading Or Writing.

The Only Reason We Find Structure In Stories Is Because It's There Naturally In Human Interaction, And In The Way That People Tell Stories.