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Why Do You Always Have To Be Right. Why Do You Always Have To Have The Last Word. For Once In Your Life Just Let It Go.

There's A General Impulse To Distract The Grieving Person - As If You Could.

That Was The Year, My Twenty-eighth, When I Was Discovering That Not All Of The Promises Would Be Kept, That Some Things Are In Fact Irrevocable And That It Had Counted After All, Every Evasion And Every Procrastination, Every Mistake, Every Word, All Of It.

When I Am Near The End Of A Book, I Have To Sleep In The Same Room With It.

Writers Are Always Selling Somebody Out.