When Things Don't Go Well,

Back Then, When Everybody Thought The World Would Last Forever, Nobody Had Time For Anything.

Jill Felt An Emptiness Open Inside Of Her As She Lifted Her Arm, A Sense That Something Vital Was Being Subtracted From Her Life. It Was Always Like That When Somebody You Cared About Went Away, Even When You Knew It Was Inevitable, And It Probably Wasn't Your Fault.

Maybe That's What We Look For In The People We Love, The Spark Of Unhappiness We Think We Know How To Extinguish.

I No Longer Believe That Just About Everything Is Funny, If Viewed From The Proper Angle.

Nothing Beats Novel Writing Because It's Complete Expression Of You. You Just Control Everything. Not Even A Movie Director Has That Level Of Control.