Stories Are A Different Kind

There Are So Many Examples Today Of How The Kind Of Wonderful Zealousness And Unquestioning Loyalty Of Young People Can Be Harnessed By All Sorts Of Insidious Powers.

I've Certainly Seen Stats That If You Have A Woman Director Or A Woman Screenwriter, The Number Of Female Characters Goes Way Up.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

There Are Some Tales Not For Telling, Whether Because They Are Too Long, Too Precious, Too Laughable, Too Painful, Too Easy To Need Telling Or Too Hard To Explain. After All, After Years And Travels My Secrets Are All I Have Left To Chew On In The Night.

I Guess The Feminism In "room" Springs To Mind Most.