What People Mistook For Safety Was In

What People Mistook For Safety Was In Fact Captivity.

I'm Just Like This. I Have No Talent For Choosing My Battles. Life Seems, Strangely, Like A Battle To Me. The Whole Thing.

Myrna Could Spend Happy Hours Browsing Bookcases. She Felt If She Could Just Get A Good Look At A Person’s Bookcase And Their Grocery Cart, She’d Pretty Much Know Who They Were.

I Had To Learn Compassion. Had To Learn What It Felt Like To Hate, And To Forgive And To Love And Be Loved. And To Lose People Close To Me. Had To Feel Deep Loneliness And Sorrow. And Then I Could Write.

Don't Mistake Dramatics For A Conscience.