I Believe That Anyone Who Says That

And Weren't, When You Got Right Down To It, Particularly Evil. Human Beings Mostly Aren't. They Just Get Carried Away By New Ideas, Like Dressing Up In Jackboots And Shooting People, Or Dressing Up In White Sheets And Lynching People, Or Dressing Up In Tie-dye Jeans And And Playing Guitar At People. Offer People A New Creed With A Costume And Their Hearts And Minds Will Follow.

Writing Is Flying In Dreams. When You Remember. When You Can. When It Works. It's That Easy.

I Wondered If That Was True: If They Were All Really Children Wrapped Up In Adult Bodies, Like Children's Books Hidden In The Middle Of Dull, Long Adult Books, The Kind With No Pictures Or Conversations.

It Stared At Them, And It Paused For A Hundred Years, Which Transpired In A Dozen Heart Beats.

I Was Not Scared Of Anything, When I Read My Book.