This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

If I get a new idea today—or any day—I won't run from it. I won't trash it. If it's something I really want to do—I'll do it.

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

No one on earth is so boring and insignificant that he or she is not worth writing or reading about...One thing's for sure—no one but you can be the hero of your story.

I have a curious background for someone who turns out to be a writer.