But I Still Did Not Realize How

… In The Relentless And Meaningless Manner One Searches For Something In A Nightmare, Coming On Doors That Won’t Open Or Drawers That Won’t Shut, Struggling Over And Over Against The Same Meaningless Thing, Not Knowing Why The Effort Seems So Desperate, Why The Sudden Sight Of A Chair With A Shawl Thrown Over It Inspires The Mind With Horror.

When I Realized That Reuben Was A Young Man Who Really Wanted To Be Taken Seriously, Because He Was Dismissed For Being Too Good Looking Or Because He Had Too Much Money - His Character Really Came To Life For Me. I Began To Understand That, And See That A Lot Of People Feel This Way - Misunderstood Because Of Their Talents Or Gifts Or Background.

If I Haven't Put That On A T-shirt, I'm Going To. Actually, I Really Don't Want To Write Anything That Can't Be Put On A T-shirt. Actually I'd Like To Write Only On T-shirts. Actually, I'd Like To Write Whole Novels On T-shirts. So You Guys Could Say, 'i'm Wearing Chapter 8 Of Lestat's New Book, That's My Favorite; Oh I See You're Wearing Chapter 6-

Don't Bend; Don't Water It Down; Don't Try To Make It Logical; Don't Edit Your Own Soul According To The Fashion. Rather, Follow Your Most Intense Obsessions Mercilessly. Only If You Do That Can You Hope To Make The Reader Feel Every Particle Of What You, The Writer, Have Known And Feel Compelled To Share."---forward To Kafka's Short Stories

Evil Is Just A Point Of View