Nothing Is Ever Quite As

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.

Since His Mother Died I Have Seen Him Steam A Cucumber Thinking It Was Zucchini. That's The Kind Of Thing That Turns My Heart Right Over.

Dreams: The Place Most Of Us Get What We Need.

He Could Not Wait To Get Rid Of Them So He Could Enjoy Remembering Them.

I've Always Known When I Start A Story What The Last Line Is. It's Always Been The Case, Since The First Story I Ever Wrote. I Don't Know How It's Going To Get There, But I Seem To Need The Destination. I Need To Know Where I End Up. It Never Changes, Ever.