There Are Certain Prehistoric Things

My Older Sister Has Entire Kingdoms Inside Of Her, And Some Of Them Are Only Accessible At Certain Seasons, In Certain Kinds Of Weather. One Such Melting Occurs In Summer Rain, At Midnight, During The Vine-green Breathing Time Right Before Sleep. You Have To Ask The Right Question, Throw The Right Rope Bridge, To Get There-and Then Bolt Across The Chasm Between You, Before Your Bridge Collapses.

The Beginning Of The End Can Feel A Lot Like The Middle When You Are Living In It.

You Don't Want People To Think You're Just Writing Stories For Children About A Pig In A Tutu.

I Think That's The Real Horror Story For Me, How Little You Can Ever Really Know About Your Own Motivations. How In The Dark We All Are About The Concerns And The Contents Of Our Minds.

It Took Me The Bulk Of My Twenties To Write One Book About A Family Of Alligator Wrestlers. Whereas Somebody Like Steve Martin Is Releasing His Latest Banjo Symphony, Having Just Completed Another Movie And Acclaimed, Best-selling Novel.