One Of The Reasons I Write Is

No Woman That I Know Is Capable Of Leaving Her Child Down For Thirty Seconds. She Can't Walk Away Without Making Sure That Everything Is Absolutely As Secure And Safe For Her Child As Can Be.

There Are Men Who Would Do Anything, Asleep, And I'm Not Sure What Stops Them When They Wake. I Do Not Know How They Draw The Line.

I Am Interested In Levels Of Brain Discourse. How Articulate Are The Voices In Your Head? You Know, There's A Different Voice For The Phone, And A Different Voice If You're Talking In Bed. When You're Starting Off With A Narrator, It's Interesting To Think, Where Is Their Voice Coming From, What Part Of Their Brain?

And, In Fact, This Is The Tale That I Would Love To Write: History Is Such A Romantic Place, With Its Jarveys And Urchins And Side-buttoned Boots. If It Would Just Stay Still, I Think, And Settle Down. If It Would Just Stop Sliding Around In My Head.

God, I Hate My Family, These People I Never Chose To Love, But Love All The Same.