Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person.

I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

There are symbolic dreams-- dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities -- realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councillors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is nothing unusual about a dairy cow seeking a pair of pliers. A cow is bound to get her pliers sometime. It has nothing to do with me.

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.