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I Just Love The Fact That That's The Way Life Is. When Something Horrible Happens, You Do Find Yourself Laughing In Weird Places In The Midst Of Grief And Crying In The Supermarket When You See A Cereal That Somebody Used To Eat. There's Just No Way Of Guarding Yourself One Way Or Another. Everybody Grieves Differently, And There's No Right Or Wrong Way.

If You Walk Down The Street And See Someone In A Box, You Have A Choice. That Person Is Either The Other And You're Fearful Of Them, Or That Person Is An Extension Of Your Family.

I've Read Some Of Kurt Vonnegut Letters From When He Was Young. He Was A Prisoner Of War, And Even When He Was In His Early Twenties, There Were Things Mentioned That Showed Up In His Novels. One Of The Sweetest Things In Those Letters Was Him Wanting To Be A Writer But Doubting Himself, Not Having Confidence In Himself.

Kurt Vonnegut Wasn't A Chatty Guy, But When He Spoke, It Was Always Clear And Very Funny, In The Way That He Wrote, In A Very Specific Kind Of Combination Of Word Groupings And Expressions That Lived Somewhere Else.

It Never Really Worked For Me To Have Long Arguments About Motivation.