If Anything, He Seemed A Little Lonely,

The Interesting Part About The Writing Process Is That You Can Never See All The Way To The End, Not If Something Is Happening Over The Course Of A Year And A Half, Or Two Years.

They Both Seemed To Understand That Describing It Was Beyond Their Powers, The Gratitude That Spreads Through Your Body When A Burden Gets Lifted, And The Sense Of Homecoming That Follows, When You Suddenly Remember What It Feels Like To Be Yourself.

I Was An English Major In College, I Went To A Creative-writing Program, And All My Life, I Really Read And Thought About Fiction As A Craft And An Art Form. I Feel Like I Know A Lot About It, And Can Trust My Instincts.

He Made Me Think Of All The Books I Hadn't Read, And All The Ones I'd Read But Hadn't Fully Understood.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.