Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

...let the emotional weight of a scene rest on the dialogue wherever possible. This is the easy way to avoid overinterpretation, which seems to be what turns a scene from sympathetic to sentimental.

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.