With Writing, We Have Second Chances.

Oh,' She Said. 'i Have Never Seen A Jew Before. Can I See His Horns?

I Observe, I Write, I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn't Want To Loose But Lost And Have To Remember, Being Here Fills My Heart With So Much Joy, Even If The Joy Isn't Mine, And At The End Of The Day I Fill The Suitcase With Old News.

Fiction Works When It Makes A Reader Feel Something Strongly.

He Was Someone Whom Everyone Admired And Liked But Whom Nobody Knew. He Was Like A Book That You Could Feel Good Holding, That You Could Talk About Without Ever Having Read, That You Could Recommend.

If It Had And Answer, It Wouldn't Really Be Love, Would It?