That's how a good story works. It changes how you feel. It brings you to a greater appreciation, a greater joy, of your own existence.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong. In the face of glowing press releases and reviews the most heralded women starve themselves or cut themselves or poison themselves. Or they find a man who's happy to do that for him.

Did you ever think about life as a metaphor for television?