At Heart, Of Course, A Story Itself

I Grew Up In Mississippi Being Told It Was A Great Place, But Not Feeling That. When I Finally Began Reading Seriously, Literature Showed Me Something About Where I Was From Which Was Worthwhile.

I'm Dyslexic. If You Can Reconcile Yourself To Not Being Able To Burn Through Books, Which You Shouldn't Any Way, You Can Slow The Whole Process Down. Then, Because Of My Disability, There Is More For Me In Imaginative Literature Than There Is For Other People.

I Think Once You Love Somebody, You Love Somebody; That's Just How It Is.

Only Sometimes You Can't Feel Anything About A Subject Without Hypothesizing Its Extinction.

It's Been My Habit Of Mind, Over These Years, To Understand That Every Situation In Which Human Beings Are Involved Can Be Turned On Its Head. Everything Someone Assures Me To Be True Might Not Be. Every Pillar Of Belief The World Rests On May Or May Not Be About To Explode. Most Things Don't Stay The Way They Are Very Long. Knowing This, However, Has Not Made Me Cynical. Cynical Means Believing That Good Isn't Possible; And I Know For A Fact That Good Is. I Simply Take Nothing For Granted And Try To Be Ready For The Change That's Soon To Come.