I didn't go through anyone's garbage. People brought what they felt I needed to know to me.
Shock equals discovery, and if I narrated my past, you'd be pretty grossed out too, I bet - same as if you narrated yours. Aren't we all composed of our past mistakes? Isn't that part of emerging into an adult awareness of the world?
As a writer I'm not an explainer, really. I'm a narrator. I mistrust explanation.
Comfort and solace come about differently for different people.
Grammar, he saw, was agreement, community, consensus.
Any good biography has to got to lead you to the work. Many biographers have started out in love with their subjects and ended up hating them.