...pain Reaches A Certain Point

The Possibility That Hope Comes Out Of Hopelessness And That The Opposite Of Things Carry The Seeds Of Birth - Love Out Of Hate, Good Out Of Evil. Didn't Flowers Grow Out Of Dirt?

I Simply Write With An Intelligent Reader In Mind. I Don't Think About How Old They Are.

When You Get The Ideas, That's A Thrill; When You're Writing The Book And It's Corning Out Well, That's A Thrill; When You Finish It And Other People Read It, That's A Thrill. There Are Going To Be Reviews, Of Course; Not Everyone's Going To Love It. You Feel Sort Of Naked And Vulnerable In A Way. That's Just A Minor Part Of The Process, Really. If You Can't Take That Part, You Shouldn't Be In The Business. But There Are So Many Joys To Writing.

They Don't Actually Want You To Do Your Own Thing, Not Unless It's Their Thing Too.

People Always Ask Me About The Role Models That I'm Providing For Kids, And I Say I Can't Be Concerned With That. I'm Not Worrying About Corrupting Youth. I'm Worrying About Writing Realistically And Truthfully To Affect The Reader.