When I Was Writing My

I Do Think I Was Trying To Entertain The Reader More Than I Was Trying To Purge Myself.

She Opened Her Mouth But Did Not Immediately Speak, And I Felt, Simultaneously, The Impulse To Coax The Words From Her And The Impulse To Suppress Them. I Always Thought I Wanted To Know A Secret, Or I Wanted An Event To Unfold – I Wanted My Life To Start – But In Those Rare Moments When It Seemed Like Something Might Actually Change, Panic Shot Through Me.

I Feel Like If You Read Something, And It Makes You So Curious About A Topic That You Then Go Read Something Else, That's Exciting.

I Think I Write What's Interesting To Me, And So If I'm Reading I Like To Have A Very Thorough Idea Of A Character In A Book That's By Someone Else.

She Really Does Like Him, She Likes Lying Next To Him, She Wants To Be Around Him; When You Get Down To It, Can You Say That About Many People?