You Think I Regret Saving

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed To Me. They Seemed To Be Loud Creatures, Often Dripping Some Form Of Goo.

You Haven’t Changed At All. I Expected A Perceptible Difference, But Here You Are, Red-faced Just Like Always.

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

Go Sit Down And Look Pale.