I've never understood people who treat their loved ones worse and with less respect than they would a total stranger or minor acquaintance.

I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.

God gives us enemies so we will appreciate those who love us.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

There are people out there who genuinely love literature, who genuinely love to read and read widely, who will never like, or even necessarily get, my books. That was a hard one to swallow, to not feel slighted by.

It's important you think positively not negatively. Think about your loved ones and all the people who are behind you.