I Was A Garbage Man In New

The Lesson You Have To Learn As Novelist Is How To Be Collaborative, And How To Say, "i Don't Get To Dictate This."

It's Like The Human Race Has Been Programmed For Misery.

They Both Seemed To Understand That Describing It Was Beyond Their Powers, The Gratitude That Spreads Through Your Body When A Burden Gets Lifted, And The Sense Of Homecoming That Follows, When You Suddenly Remember What It Feels Like To Be Yourself.

Once You'd Broken Through That Invisible Barrier That Separates One Person From Another, You Were Connected Forever, Whether You Liked It Or Not.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.