I'm Always Happy," Sasha Said.

I Haven't Had Writer's Block. I Think It's Because My Process Involves Writing Very Badly.

I Had This Idea That I Could Hire Myself Out As A Person To Go On Archeological Digs And Dig, Without Any Training! I Actually Wrote To A Number Of Archeology Departments And Offered Up My Services.

Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen Table Shaking Salt Into The Hairs On My Arm, And A Feeling Shoves Up In Me: It's Finished. Everything Went Past Without Me.

Reach Isn’t Describable In Terms Of Cause And Effect Anymore: It’s Simultaneous.

At Night, The House Thick With Sleep, She Would Peer Out Her Bedroom Window At The Trees And Sky And Feel The Presence Of A Mystery. Some Possibility That Included Her--separate From Her Present Life And Without Its Limitations. A Secret. Riding In The Car With Her Father, She Would Look Out At Other Cars Full Of People She'd Never Seen, Any One Of Whom She Might Someday Meet And Love, And Would Feel The World Holding Her Making Its Secret Plans.