It Came To Me That Hell Would

I Had My Bully, And It Was Excruciating. Not Only The Bully, But The Intimidation I Felt.

Kids Tell Me All The Time, "i Don't Know How You Do It, But That's Us In The Book." That's The Kind Of Response You Want, And I Can't Sacrifice It For The Sake Of Somebody Worried About Censorship. You Have To Find A Way To Be Truthful And Honest.

I Can't Remember A Time When I Wasn't Trying To Get Something Down On Paper.

There Are Moments That Stop The Heart, That Catch The Breath, That Halt The Beat Of Blood In Your Veins, And You Are Suspended In Time, Held Between Life And Death, And You Wait For Something To Bring You Back Again.

I Use A Lot Of Similes And Metaphors When I Work, Simply Because It's My Best Way Of Describing A Building Or A Scene. I'm Terrible At Describing Landscapes - Trees, Buildings. The Inanimate Things Don't Interest Me: I Always Think, "oh, No, Here Comes Another Building I Have To Describe." So I Usually Use A Simile Or Metaphor.