“I tear up after the completion of my own novels as well. It just takes me back to when I was in elementary school and my parents got called into meetings with teachers because I wasn’t reading and writing at the level I should have been. I’m not sure if I’ve improved since then, but at least I’m writing books now.” *
“Carson?” she asked with difficulty. “Are we friends?” I was a little amused and heartbroken at the same time by the question. Did she really have to ask? “I think we’re best friends, Malerie,” I said. She shot me a gangster sign and left the classroom.I laughed for the first time in days.
“I always thought death would be different. I expected a great wave of realization to sweep over me. Suddenly the meaning of life would be answered with every other question I ever had. But there was nothing to realize. I was dead.”