I Know That There Are People Out

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

I Believe That, More Than Anything Else, This Grief Of Constantly Having To Face Down Our Own Inadequacies Is What Keeps People From Being Writers. Forgiveness, Therefore, Is Key. I Can't Write The Book I Want To Write, But I Can And Will Write The Book I Am Capable Of Writing. Again And Again Throughout The Course Of My Life I Will Forgive Myself.

You Can’t Pick Up And Leave Everything Behind Because There Is Too Much Sadness In The World And Not Enough Places To Go.

I Should Figure Out Why I'm So Much More Interested In Doing Something That I Think Is Really Hard. But, Somehow, The Thing That Is Hard For Me Feels More Noble.

I Love A Large Cast Of Characters. That's The Way Life Is: It's Flooded With People And We Keep Them All Straight.