I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.