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I Used To Wonder Why Lucy Liked Those Songs So Much. You Know What I Mean? She Sits In The Dark And Listens And Cries. Music Does That To Her...i Didn't Understand For A Long Time. But I Do Now. The Sad Songs Are A Safe Hurt. It's A Diversion. It's Controlled. And Maybe It Helps You Imagine That Real Pain Will Be Like That. But It's Not. Lucy Knows That, Of Course. You Can't Prepare For Real Pain. You Just Have To Let It Rip You Apart.

What I Want To Do Is Tell Stories About Normal People In The American Suburbs. I Don't Write The Book Where It's A Conspiracy Reaching The Prime Minister; I Don't Write The Book With The Big Serial Killer Who Lops Off Heads. My Setting Is A Very Placid Pool Of Suburbia, Family Life. And Within That I Can Make Pretty Big Splashes.

"so Basically, That Entire Theory Is Blown To Hell."not Basically," Win Corrected. "entirely."

I Like To Go Out And Write. So I'll Often Go To A Starbucks Or A Local Coffee Bar, And I'll Sit There And I'll Write. I Can Write Pretty Much Anywhere.

The Ugliest Truth, In The End, Was Still Better Than The Prettiest Of Lies.