I Like Smoking Pot, But I'm Not

When I Write, I Never Know The Endings. What I Think Works In [my] Stories Is The Fact That When I Write, I Really Want To Find Out What Is Going On-i'm Writing For Myself As A Reader. It's Like When You Dream A Dream. I Want To Know What's Behind The Door. If I Navigate, It's From A Place That's Totally Intuitive.

His Whole Body Was Completely Still, Except The Wings, Which Were Still Fluttering A Little, Like When Someone Dies. That's When He Finally Understood That Of All The Things The Angel Had Told Him, Nothing Was True. That He Wasn't Even An Angel, Just A Liar With Wings.

I Have To Admit That Talking Authoritatively About My Students' Stories Can Make Me Feel, At Times, Like An Astronaut Who Has Just Landed On A New Planet And Insists On Giving Guided Tours To Its Inhabitants.

If Someone Gives You A Piece Of Advice That Sounds Right And Feels Right, Use It. If Someone Gives You A Piece Of Advice That Sounds Right And Feels Wrong, Don’t Waste So Much As A Single Second On It. It May Be Fine For Someone Else, But Not For You.

My Mother, For Example, Told The German Officer Not To Kill Her. She'd Make It Worth His While. And Then, When They Were Doing It, She Pulled A Knife Out Of Her Belt And Sliced Open His Chest, Just Like She Used To Open Chicken Breasts To Stuff With Rice For The Sabbath Meal.