Make Peace With What Is.

Ours Was Not A Political Household, When I Was Growing Up.

I Can Write For A Long Time On One Novel And Not Get Tired.

Geez, If I Could Get Through To You, Kiddo, That Depression Is Not Sobbing And Crying And Giving Vent, It Is Plain And Simple Reduction Of Feeling. Reduction, See? Of All Feeling. People Who Keep Stiff Upper Lips Find That It's Damn Hard To Smile.

Some People With Awful Cards Can Be Successful Because Of How They Deal With The Tragedies They're Handed, And That Seems Courageous To Me.

Feeling Is Not Selective, I Keep Telling You That. You Can’t Feel Pain, You Aren’t Gonna Feel Anything Else, Either.