The World Makes Liars Of Us All.

I Knew That At Least A Few Of The Stars I Saw Were Probably Gone Already, Collapsed Into Nothing. I Felt Like I Was Looking At A Lie. But I Didn't Mind. The World Makes Liars Of Us All.

Noises And Smells, Those Can Bring Back Powerful Memories. I Remember When I Was Going To School One Fourth Of July, And There Were A Lot Of Fireworks Going Off. I Knew That I Was In Richmond. I Knew That I Was A College Student. But I Thought People Were Shooting At Me.

Writing Was Always An Aspiration, But I'd Kept It A Secret Even From Myself.

I Think A Diversity Of Expression Can Only Be Good, So I Think The More That People Write About Their Experience, Use Their Imagination To Deal With Their Experience, You Know, I Think That's Going To Be Good For Not Only For Those Authors But Also For People Who Are Interested In Trying To Understand It.

I'm Always Most Interested In Writing About Things That I Don't Understand.