I Think You Can Find

I'm A Guy That Likes To Sit In One Place

I Wanted To Write Literature That Pushed People Into Their Lives Rather Than Helping People Escape From Them.

My Parents' Work Ethic Amazed Me. How Could They Put In Such Long Hours, Day After Day? Part Of The Reason Was To Keep The Family Going - To Keep Me Going. I Realized That, Although We Had Different Values Derived From Different Cultures And Wouldn't Agree On Certain Issues, They Were Good People, Incredible People, And I Loved And Respected Them.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

Every Ethnic Group Thinks They Are The Chosen Ones.