There's A Lot That's Not Explained About

Perhaps Fiction Has, For Me, Served A Similar Purpose--what Is A Narrative Arc If Not The Imposition Of Order On Disparate Events?--and Perhaps It Is My Avid Reading That Has Been My Faith All Along.

I Have Always Found The Times When Another Person Recognizes You To Be Strangely Sad; I Suspect The Pathos Of These Moments Is Their Rareness, The Way They Contrast With Most Daily Encounters. That Reminder That It Can Be Different, That You Need Not Go Through Your Life Unknown But That You Probably Still Will--that Is The Part That's Almost Unbearable.

There Are A Lot Of Things In The World That Are A Lot Weirder Than Psychic Abilities, That We Accept As True.

She Nodded, Jotting Something In Her Notebook. You’re Writing That Down? Has The Interview Started?” Lee, Whenever You’re Talking To A Reporter, You’re Being Interviewed.

Ordinarily, Of Course, I Thought It Best To Remain Inconspicuous, But The Gesture Had A Certain Irresistable Theatricaility, And An Inevitablility. Sometimes You Can Feel The Pull Of What Other People Want From You, And You Sacrifice Yourself, You Risk Seeming Odd Or Sunsavory, To Keep Them Entertained.