Without Dignity, Identity Is Erased.

I Think If I Had Been Writing Fiction, Where The Work Is Entirely Dependent On The Writer's Creativity And The Potential Directions The Narrative Might Take Are Infinite, I Might Have Frozen

I Got Sick When I Was 19, And I'd Been A Really Healthy 19-year-old, So I Don't Have A Lot To Compare It To. Does It Feel Like The Pain After You Give Birth? I Don't Know

...maybe It Was Better To Break A Man's Leg Than To Break His Heart.

Dignity Is As Essential To Human Life As Water, Food, And Oxygen. The Stubborn Retention Of It, Even In The Face Of Extreme Physical Hardship, Can Hold A Man's Soul In His Body Long Past The Point At Which The Body Should Have Surrendered It.

While It's Really Hard To Do, At The Same Time, I'm Escaping My Body, Which I Really Want To Do. I'm Living Someone Else's Life. I Get Very Intensely Into The Story, Into The Interviews And The Research. I'm Experiencing Things Along With My Subjects. I Have A Freedom I Don't Have In My Physical Life