The Silence Was Part Of The Story

My Job Is Writing. I Get Paid To Do It. When Was The Last Time You Heard Someone Challenge A Doctor For Making Money Off Of Cancer?

If A Man Wishes To Truly Not Be Written About, He Would Do Well Not To Write Letters To 18-year-old Girls, Inviting Them Into His Life.

As For Me, I've Chosen To Follow A Simple Course: Come Clean. And Wherever Possible, Live Your Life In A Way That Won't Leave You Tempted To Lie. Failing That, I'd Rather Be Disliked For Who I Truly Am Than Loved For Who I Am Not. So, I Tell My Story. I Write It Down. I Even Publish It. Sometimes This Is A Humbling Experience. Sometimes It's Embarrassing. But I Haul Around No Terrible Secrets.

There Is A Theme That Runs Through My Work, And That Is: The Toxic Property Of Keeping Secrets.

Not Only Did I Avoid Speaking Of Salinger; I Resisted Thinking About Him. I Did Not Reread His Letters To Me. The Experience Had Been Too Painful.