We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
When I was 30 or so - by that time I had become an assistant D.A. - I decided I would try to write a novel. To be clear: I did not decide to become a novelist. Honestly, it never crossed my mind that I could actually earn a living as a professional novelist.
There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.