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370 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 20, 2010
If there was any justice
in the world
I could have saved up
for it
and bought it
for the cost
of a fancy dress
or a modest
house.
If I could live as a tree, as a river, as the moon, as the sun, as a star, as the earth, as a rock, I would. Writing permits me to be more than I am. Writing permits me to experience life as any number of strange creations.
Why would you marry someone who wanted a woman with big breasts? Why not just send him a couple of breasts? That’s what I would have done—I hope. I would have just asked somebody to make up two large breasts and put them in a box and send them to whatever-this-guy’s-name-is, you know?
I think I started to write because I was in love with the feel of pen on paper, or pencil on paper, and that is something that I could do in solitude, and it was something that seemed to feed me as a little child.