Vitamins Are Medicine For Not Getting Sick

Writing Stories Is My Way Of Scratching That Itch: My Escape From The Claustrophobia Of Individuality. It Lets Me, At Least For A While, Live More Than One Life, Walk More Than One Path. Reading, Of Course, Can Do The Same.

Goodbye, Room." I Wave Up At Skylight. "say Goodbye," I Tell Ma. "goodbye, Room." Ma Says It But On Mute. I Look Back One More Time. It's Like A Crater, A Hole Where Something Happened. Then We Go Out The Door.

And As The Years Flowed By, Some Villagers Told Travelers Of A Beast And A Beauty Who Lived In The Castle And Could Be Seen Walking On The Battlements, And Others Told Of Two Beauties, And Others, Of Two Beasts.

The Paradox Of Publicity Is That Even As We Do It, We Know It's Killing Off The Chance Of Another Reader Happening Across Our Book In The Ideal State Of Innocence.

I Read A Lot Of Social History. If I'm In An Art Gallery And A Picture Intrigues Me, I Immediately Write Down The Title And I Google It. I Do A Lot Of Googling And Looking Out For Good Stories. I Can Almost Smell Them Sometimes.