February 5, 2002
Sometimes you can do 999 things right and one thing wrong. Invariably some people will only remember the one wrong thing. I'll write a really lovely, poignant paragraph or say a perfectly thought out sentence and feel not only pleased with myself but happy that I've conveyed pure thought to others. Then, someone will say "well, you just used the wrong tense, or did you see that typo there?" But those things are a part of it, a part of me. I'm not perfect. I don't aim to be. Don't you get it? I need for you to get it.