Apparently Even The Most Awful Tragedies, And

It Just So Happened That For Most Of My Life I've Lived In The Suburbs.

I Don't Really Distinguish Between Sympathy And Honesty When I'm Writing. The Two Go Together - I'm Interested In Inhabiting My Characters, Seeing The World Through Their Eyes.

There's Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It.

Every Minute We Were Together, I Felt Like I Was Wandering In The Dark Through A Strange House, Groping For A Light Switch. And Then, Whenever I Found One And Turned It On, The Bulb Was Dead.

The Interesting Part About The Writing Process Is That You Can Never See All The Way To The End, Not If Something Is Happening Over The Course Of A Year And A Half, Or Two Years.