When You're Writing Fiction, You

There's A General Impulse To Distract The Grieving Person - As If You Could.

Any Compulsion Tries To Justify Itself.

If You Aren't Aware Of The Reader, You're Working In A Vacuum.

I've Come To A Much More Controlled Idea About Death And Loss, But I Don't Think It's Possible To Come To That Much More Controlled Idea Until You've Gone Through The Crazy Part . . . I Don't Mean That I'm Controlled. I Mean That I Gave Up The Idea That I Had Control. That's The New Control.

The Willingness To Accept Responsibility For One's Own Life Is The Source From Which Self-respect Springs.