In The End, You Have To Just

Talk When You Talk, Walk When You Walk, And Die When You Die.

Wherein We Discover That Many Of The "rules" For Good Writing And Good Sex Are The Same: Keep Your Hand Moving, Lose Control, And Don't Think.

When You Bring The Darkness To The Table, It Doesn't Rule You Or Hurt Other People, But When We Keep It Secret, It's Dangerous.

In A Way, The Cancer Became An Ally Because It Stopped Me From Running Around So Much. I Was Able To Settle Down And Write Things I Hadn't Had A Chance To Before.

In The Middle Of The World, Make One Positive Step. In The Center Of Chaos, Make One Definitive Act. Just Write.