... everyone must play his role.

For me, writing something down was the only road out...I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive. When I ran out of books I made up my own. At night, when I couldn't sleep, I made up stories in the dark.

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin

I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.

And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.