I realised that if I wished to write about the dark and not allow for hope, people would recognise it as false - because hope is the nub of what we are.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The point about hope is that it is something that occurs in very dark moments. It is like a flame in the darkness; it isn't like a confidence and a promise.
I think by now I have made it fairly clear that I am not very happy with the word hope. I don't believe in people just hoping.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
Hope is not a form of guarantee; it's a form of energy, and very frequently that energy is strongest in circumstances that are very dark.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.
I'm not interested in blind optimism, but I'm very interested in optimism that is hard-won, that takes on darkness and then says, 'This is not enough.'
And as far as false hope, there is no such thing. There is only hope or the absence of hope-nothing else.
No matter how dark things may get in a story, I feel it's the responsibility of the storyteller to leave the audience with at least a shred of hope.
I thought, if ever there were a time to write a book about hope, it's now.