The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.
With destruction comes renovation.
I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft.
I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.