To Write A Damn Good Thriller, You

I Felt Like I Had Lost Something. But Not Something Silly, Like My Keys Or My Gum; More Like My Arm Or My Foot, Something That Really Mattered. Like Something That I Could Live Without, But Would Make Life Much Harder If It Were Missing. And Life Is Hard Enough. Life Is Hard Enough With Everything We're Given.

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

There Is Emotion In The Hug, And There Is Respect And A Form Of Love. Emotion That Comes From Honesty, Respect That Comes From Challenge, And The Form Of Love That Exists Between People Whose Minds Have Touched, Whose Hearts Have Touched, Whose Souls Have Touched. Our Minds Touched. Our Hearts Touched. Our Souls Touched. We Separate.

Some People Think Memoirs Should Be Held To A Perfect Journalistic Standard. Some People Don't. Obviously I Don't. My Goal Was Never To Create Or To Write A Perfect Journalistic Standard Of My Life. It Was Always To Be As Literature.

I Am Essentially Optimistic. Being Alive Is Incredible. Life Is Extraordinary And Beautiful. It Can Be Hard And Sad And Terrifying, But It's All We've Got.