Life Wasn't About Becoming, Was It? It

In The End, It Is My Belief, Words Are The Only Things That Can Construct A World That Makes Sense.

Sometimes It Was Harder To Change The Past Than It Was The Future.

Julia's Vocabulary Was "chock-full" Of Strangely Archaic Words - "spiffing," "crumbs," "jeepers" - That Seemed To Have Originated In Some Prewar Girls' Annual Rather Than In Julia's Own Life. For Jackson, Words Were Functional, They Helped You Get To Places And Explain Things. For Julia, They Were Freighted With Inexplicable Emotion.

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.

If You Don't Have A Unique Voice, Then You're Not Really A Writer.