I Feel As If I’m Waiting For

The Beginning Is The Word And The End Is Silence. And In Between Are All The Stories.

He Was Born A Politician. No, Ursula Thought, He Was Born A Baby, Like Everyone Else. And This Is What He Has Chosen To Become.

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.

Most People Muddled Through Events And Only In Retrospect Realized Their Significance.

It's Been Said That The Men In My Books Have Been Absent, Or Weak, Or Creepy.