You don't have anything if you don't have the stories.
Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.
But sometimes what we call 'memory' and what we call 'imagination' are not so easily distinguished.
Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.
I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen.
Because if you weren't born white, you were forced to see differences; or if you weren't born what they called normal, or if you got injured, then you were left to explore the world of the different.