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There Is Something Wonderful About A Death, How Everything Shuts Down, And All The Ways You Thought You Were Vital Are Not Even Vaguely Important. Your Husband Can Feed The Kids, He Can Work The New Oven, He Can Find The Sausages In The Fridge, After All. And His Important Meeting Was Not Important, Not In The Slightest.

Only Bad Writers Think That Their Work Is Really Good.

We Do Not Always Like The People We Love- We Do Not Always Have That Choice.

Sometimes I Will Spend Two Or Three Days Not Speaking To Anyone Outside Of The Immediate Family When They Come Home, And Then I Find That I've Been Emailing Like Fury. Once You Give In To That Silence, It's Quite Nice.

I’m Really Lucky With The People Around Me. They Know Me, So They Don’t Confuse The Issues Really. They Know What A Book Is And They Know Who I Am And They Know The Difference Between The Two.