I Can Remember Exactly Where

I'll Always Be Working On Five Things At Once, Usually With Those Documents Open At The Same Time Because If I Get Stuck Somewhere I'll Jump Over To Something Else. That's How My Head Has Always Worked.

My Mind, I Know, I Can Prove, Hovers On Hummingbird Wings. It Hovers And It Churns. And When It's Operating At Full Thrust, The Churning Does Not Stop. The Machines Do Not Rest, The Systems Rarely Cool. And While I Can Forget Anything Of Any Importance--this Is Why People Tell Me Secrets--my Mind Has An Uncanny Knack For Organization When It Comes To Pain. Nothing Tormenting Is Ever Lost, Never Even Diminished In Color Or Intensity Or Quality Of Sound.

I Publish My Own Books, So There Isn't A Certain Editor I Owe The Book To At A Publishing House.

I Think Almost Every Writer In The World Would Hope That Books Would Be Always Talked About With Respect And Civility And Depth And Seriousness.

Be Strong, Be Brave, Be True. Endure.