I Don't Really Distinguish Between Sympathy And

Once You'd Broken Through That Invisible Barrier That Separates One Person From Another, You Were Connected Forever, Whether You Liked It Or Not.

A Screenwriter Heard Me Read From My Novel 'the Wishbones' When It Was Still In Progress And Mentioned Me To Some Producers In Hollywood. They Called, And I Told Them I Had A Novel In My Drawer About A High School Election That Goes Haywire. They Asked To Take A Look, And My Life Changed Pretty Dramatically As A Result.

I Have Actual Dreams Of Bruce Springsteen Calling Me Up On Stage To Wear A Bandanna And Play Rhythm Guitar Next To Little Steven.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.

I Find That Even Small Changes Sometimes Jog You Out Of A Mental Rut.