Some Authors Have A Very Hard Time

My God, He Couldn't Help Thinking, How Terrible It Is To Be That Age, To Have Emotions So Near The Surface That The Slightest Turbulence Causes Them To Boil Over. That, Very Simply, Was What Adulthood Must Be All About -- Acquiring The Skill To Bury Things More Deeply. Out Of Sight And, Whenever Possible, Out Of Mind.

Knowing And Knowing What To Do About It Were Two Different Things.

You Just Kind Of Have Faith. If That Sounds Kind Of Mystical, It's Because I Really Don't Know How It Works, But I Trust That It Does. I Try To Write The Way I Read, In Order To Find Out What Happens Next.

In The End It All Came Down To Companionship, To Friendship, To Sacrifice, To Compromise.

To His Surprise He Also Discovered That It Was Possible To Be Good At What You Had Little Interest In, Just As It Had Been Possible To Be Bad At Something, Whether Painting Or Poetry, That You Cared About A Great Deal.