Contrary to what the Sunday school teachers may tell you, I have no interest at all in those of you who are swallowed up in selfishness. I live in the tension, in the dilemma, in the crossroads. The meth-head and the murderer are, for the most part, as boring to me as they are intriguing to you. Known quantities. But give me an addict considering rehab or a woman torn between killing her husband in his sleep and running away, and now you’ve piqued my interest.
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