Before that, before I’d walked off from her, she’d fastened my shirt by one more button. “It looks better this way,” she’d said. I liked to wear my shirts a little open, the way James Spader characters did in his early movies, when I was young. But when I asked her if she were sure and she said, “One thousand percent,” I believed her. Even though I didn’t know where she got her authority, I believed her.
Why We Write
I told those students to imagine how it would feel to him if he could know that somebody had dropped out of his everyday life, knelt in the grass, and photographed his words, because they had to be shared, and shared immediately. I told them about this because I figured really, this is why we read. Really, this is why write.