No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
Most novels, I find, are three times longer than they need to be. Very little happens, and I don't want to waste my time with them.
Jack Palance was my distant uncle - that's the family gossip. Growing up, my family knew everything about his face getting burned and scarred in the military and how that mutilation led him to become such a famous 'heavy' in films. I prayed for good scars of my own. Not just acne scars.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Mark E. Hyman