It Was A Silence That

A Book Is Completed Only When It Is Finished By A Reader.

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

I Think It Is Our Job, As Writers, To Be Epic. Epic And Tiny At The Same Time. If You're Going To Be A Fiction Writer, Why Not Take On Something That Means Something. In Doing This, You Must Understand That Within That Epic Structure It Is The Tiny Story That Is Possibly More Important.

It Was A Silence That Heard Itself, Awful And Beautiful.

Part Of Me Really Wants To Believe That Hope Is Entirely Available To All Of Us. We Don't Have To Embrace It. It Would Be Sentimental And Silly To Say That We All Need It, But It Is Absolutely Available To All Of Us.