Orphans Are The Only Ones Who Get

Imagine A World In Which No Writer Has Written A Literary Novel In Sixty Years. Imagine A Place Where Not A Single Person Has Read A Book That Is Truly About The Character At Its Center.

I Am A Champion Standing Over The Shadow Of My Former Self.

The Next Day, She Was Silent. For Breakfast, She Murdered An Onion And Served It Raw.

The Darkness Inside Your Head Is Something Your Imagination Fills With Stories That Have Nothing To Do With The Real Darkness Around You.

The Urge To Create A Fictional Narrative Is A Mysterious One, And When An Idea Comes, The Writer's Sense Of What A Story Wants To Be Is Only Vaguely Visible Through The Penumbra Of Inspiration.