We didn't starve but nobody ate chicken unless we were sick or the chicken was.
It was all those biographies in me yelling, 'We want out. We want to tell you what we've done to you.'
You see in others who you are.
When I don't feel hurt, I hope they bury me.
I fix what's broken - except in the heart.
I write a book at least three times-once to understand it, the second time to improve the prose, and a third to compel it to say what it still must say.