I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

What men yearn for they often destroy.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.