Our Sense Of Self Is A Kind

I Was Worried That, As A College Teacher, If I Wrote Too Much About Intergenerational Sex My Students Would Be Creeped Out.

I'd Read An Enormous Amount But Had Spent So Much Time In My Own Head That I Didn't Have Extensive Social Skills. Suddenly I Was In This World Where I Was Surrounded By These Incredibly Polished And Wealthy Kids Who Had Gone To Prep Schools, And I Felt Daunted By Them. I Don't Think People Were Aware Of How Full Of Anxiety I Was... For A Long Time I Felt Like I Was Living In A Place Where I Shouldn't Have Been.

It Had Occurred To Him That If The Undead Don't Realize That They Are Dead, He Might Easily Be One Of Them Himself.

A Conclusion Is Simply The Place Where You Got Tired Of Thinking.

Plot Was Always Secondary In My Mind.