No, Scratch The Word "career."

No Matter What The Circumstances. I Am More Like Most Men In This Regard. No Second Chances. It's Not So Much About Morality, But About My Inability To Forgive. I'm A Champion Grudge Holder, And I Don't Think I Could Change This About Myself Even If I Wanted To.

It Was About Grace, She Decides, Something That Has Been Missing From Her Own Life. ... She Wants To Be The Kind Of Person Who Can Bestow Unearned Kindness On Another, Replace Bitterness With Empathy, Forgive Only For The Sake Of Forgiving.

Throughout The Ordeal, I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad. Anger Was Something I Could Control. I Could Settle Into An Easy Rhythm Of Blame And Hate. Focus My Energy On Something Than The Ache In My Heart.

A Theme In A Lot Of My Books - And In My Own Life - Is Making Choices That You Feel You Should Make, Or What Society Wants You To Make, As Opposed To What Is Truly Right For You.

I've Always Been Intrigued By The Power Of Secrets. When Is It Justifiable To Keep Them From The Ones We Love? And Does Keeping Them Irrevocably Change Who We Are?