Our Names Were Made For Us In

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

I Had A Good-talking Candle Last Night In My Bedroom. I Was Very Tired But I Wanted Somebody To Be With Me, So I Lit A Candle And Listened To Its Comfortable Voice Of Light Until I Was Asleep.

I'll Think About Things For Thirty Or Forty Years Before I'll Write It.

All Of Us Have A Place In History. Mine Is Clouds.

The Bees In My Stomach Are Dead And Getting Used To It.