The Truth Is . . . You

No Matter How Much You Love Someone, You Still Want To Have You Own Way.

There's A Moment In Every Book When The Book Turns And It Surprises Me.

If I Turn Up Suicided In The Morning, It Was Murder.

Language, She Said, Was Just Our Way To Explain Away The Wonder And Glory Of The World. To Deconstruct. To Dismiss. She Said People Can't Deal With How Beautiful The World Really Is. How It Can't Be Explained And Understood.

You Realize That There's No Point In Doing Anything If Nobody's Watching. You Wonder, If There Had Been A Low Turnout At The Crucifixion, Would They Have Rescheduled?