When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long timeโthe way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comesโwhen there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, foreverโthere comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
John IrvingWhen I was still in prep school - 14, 15 - I started keeping notebooks, journals. I started writing, almost like landscape drawing or life drawing. I never kept a diary, I never wrote about my day and what happened to me, but I described things.
John Irving