I Write About Rats Because

Hearts Can Break. Yes, Hearts Can Break. Sometimes I Think It Would Be Better If We Died When They Did, But We Don't.

You Want To Remember That While You're Judging The Book, The Book Is Also Judging You.

As It Happened, All Three Of Us Turned Out To Be Real Writers--a Coincidence Almost Too Large To Be Termed Mere Coincidence In A Society Where Literally Tens Of Thousands (maybe Hundreds Of Thousands) Of College Students Aspire To The Writer's Trade And Where Bare Hundreds Actually Break Through.

Once Again There Was The Desert, And That Only.

Don't Give Me What I Ask For, Give Me What I Need.