I Think With Every Writer There Are

I Came Down To The Living Room One Day And My Wife Was Standing In The Living Room. It Wasn't An Illusion. I Saw Her Out Of The Corner Of My Eye. The Moment I Saw Her, She Vanished.

I Think With Every Writer There Are Two People There.

My Grandmother Made Dying Her Life's Work.

I'm A Much Nicer Person Since My Wife Died. I Found Out What Pain Is, So On That Level I'm Much Nicer.

I Feel Like The Writer Observing The Grief, But It Is Difficult To Be Detached From It.