I Think That There's Some Confusion In

I'm Not Afraid Of Writing About Sensitive Subjects, But I Want To Be Careful How I Do So And I Know Not All Readers Will Think I Have Been, Of Course.

There Are People We Treat Wrong And Later We're Prepared To Treat Other People Right. Perhaps This Sounds Mercenary, But I Feel Grateful For These Trial Relationships, And I Would Like To Think It All Evens Out - Surely, Unknowingly, I Have Served As Practice For Other People.

The Better You Learn To Take Care Of Yourself, The Less You Settle For Being Around People Who Can't Or Won't Treat You As Well As You're Accustomed.

People Who Think My Books Are Autobiographical, Which They're Not, Credit Me With Having A Much Better Memory Than I Do. I Do, However, Have A Powerful Imagination

Is The Depressing Part That He's Only Half Right - It's Not That She Doesn't Need Rescuing But That Nobody Else Will Be Able To Do It? She Has Always Somehow Known That She Is The One Who Will Have To Rescue Herself. Or Maybe What's Depressing Is That This Knowledge Seems Like It Should Make Life Easier, And Instead It Makes It Harder.