I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

That's how a good story works. It changes how you feel. It brings you to a greater appreciation, a greater joy, of your own existence.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Believe in me and die forever.