Part of an email from Juliet
Underneath all of that, it's still there, the desire for a book on the shelf, for being able to say what's in my mind and having it come out true. More than that, I want to count myself among the ranks of people who kept me company when nobody else did. Meaning, authors. Authors talked to me when other people were silent. They told me what was in their minds, their hearts, the way they saw other people, the way they thought people really should behave. They held back nothing.I want to be a person like that. I want to talk to people, secretly, in a way that you don't really hear with your ears, but you feel with your mind, and you never forget. I want to connect with people that way. Because, fuck damn, people throw away words every other sentence when they speak. But when you write it down and put it in a book, you MEAN it and there's no taking it back, and that's love.
I'm not talking intimate, romantic love, I'm talking love for the world kind of love. Love for any person who cares to pick up the book and sit down with it and listen for the first five minutes and wait for those words to pick up the spell. For any person who gives me five minutes, that first five minutes, I can be talking to them for the next fifty-two hours, and I don't want to be talking about me, I want to be talking about THE WORLD and what it means to be A PERSON, and I want to tell that person with my book in his hands, this is who I am and this is who you are and this is how we fit together.
The way I feel about it, if you're not talking about that, what else is there to say?




