Some People Are Like Blue

Very Often I'll Find Out At The End Of A Book What I Put In At The Beginning. A Sort Of Process Of Elimination And Discovery In One.

I Forgive Nothing. If You Stole My Orange Crayon In The Fifth Grade, You're Still On My Hit List, Buddy.

The First Great Real Intimacy Between Two People Begins When Secrets Are Told.

If You Are Very Lucky, You're Allowed To Be In Certain Places During Just The Right Season Of Your Life: By The Sea For The Summer When You're Seven Or Eight And Full Of The Absolute Need To Swim Until Dark And Exhaustion Close Their Hands Together, Cupping You In Between.

I Write About What Interests Me. It's Very Dangerous When You Try To Satisfy An Audience.