I grew up such a fan. It was my life. Everything I did was hockey related and everything I have is because of hockey and the NHL.
I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.
Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.
The world is always greater than your desires; plenty is never enough.
I tend to wait for true stories to mature into fiction. Most of my fiction grew out of a long-germinating real-life situation.
The way I think of my work is that I have to think up the way to tell a story, starting from scratch. The changes in the industry concern me in a general way because I think civilization is doomed.
I'll take any life in which I can make choices and have agency, and America is not a bad place for all that.
The only way to escape the personal corruption of praise is to go on working. One is tempted to stop and listen to it. The only thing is to turn away and go on working. Work. There is nothing else.
Everyone has a belief system in his or her mind, a story about the way they think the world actually is, even if they haven't thought about it much or worked out all the details.
This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.
What will use more finite resources? That 3rd or 4th child you have or driving a large car? We all need to think about the choices we make