I Feel Like A Cliche.

May This House Stand Until An Ant Drinks The Ocean And A Tortoise Circles The World.

There's Almost Always A Point In A Book Where Something Happens That Triggers The Rest Of The Plot.

If You Are Very Lucky, You're Allowed To Be In Certain Places During Just The Right Season Of Your Life: By The Sea For The Summer When You're Seven Or Eight And Full Of The Absolute Need To Swim Until Dark And Exhaustion Close Their Hands Together, Cupping You In Between.

Sometimes You Have To Give Up On People. Not Because You Don't Care, But Because They Don't.

The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks Is: What Breaks Your Heart? I Think That Should Be Asked Of All "artists."... So, What Breaks Your Heart?