We Are The Stories We Tell Ourselves

I Don't Write For Catharsis; I Have To Write To Understand.

One Of The Things That Happens To People In Grief Is They Secretly Think They're Crazy, Because They Realize They Are Thinking Things That Don't Make Sense.

We Forget All Too Soon The Things We Thought We Could Never Forget. We Forget The Loves And The Betrayals Alike, Forget What We Whispered And What We Screamed, Forget Who We Were.

California Is A Place In Which A Boom Mentality And A Sense Of Chekhovian Loss Meet In Uneasy Suspension.

It's Hard To Find A Book That's Safe To Write. Because One Always Goes To Dark Or Difficult Places.