Be Hole, Be Dust, Be Dream, Be

What Power Would Hell Have If Those Imprisoned Were Not Able To Dream Of Heaven?

When Writing A Novel, That's Pretty Much Entirely What Life Turns Into: 'house Burned Down. Car Stolen. Cat Exploded. Did 1500 Easy Words, So All In All It Was A Pretty Good Day.

She Was Also An Adult, And When Adults Fight Children, Adults Always Win.

It's Not Irrelevant, Those Moments Of Connection, Those Places Where Fiction Saves Your Life. It's The Most Important Thing There Is.

She Had Such Unusual Eyes. They Made Me Think Of The Seaside, And So I Called Her Ocean, And Could Not Have Told You Why.