I've Been A Little Bit Obsessed With

I Was A Garbage Man In New Jersey In Summers During College At Yale. Everybody Else Got To Go To Switzerland And I Got To Go To The Dump.

I Know Very Few Writers Who Outline Fully Before They Start. It Just Doesn't Seem Possible To Do, Because So Many Things Don't Come Out Until You're Absolutely Knee-deep In The World.

Maybe That's What We Look For In The People We Love, The Spark Of Unhappiness We Think We Know How To Extinguish.

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.

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.