Our Worst Pain Is Confined Within Our

There Was A Redemption Of Some Kind, He Believed, In Such Complete Fulfillment Of A Desire So Long Deferred.

While Writing Cold Mountain, I Held Maps Of Two Geographies, Two Worlds, In My Mind As I Wrote. One Was An Early Map Of North Carolina. Overlaying It, Though, Was An Imagined Map Of The Landscape Jack Travels In The Southern Appalachian Folktales. He's Much The Same Jack Who Climbs The Beanstalk, Vulnerable And Clever And Opportunistic.

Our Worst Pain Is Confined Within Our Own Skin.

That's Not A Thing Any Of Us Are Granted. To Go Back. Wipe Away What Later Doesn't Suit Us And Make It The Way We Wish It. You Just Go On

People Who Are Isolated Interest Me, Whether They Isolate Themselves Or Have Been Isolated By Circumstances.