She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies.
Decide what the rest of your life is to be. Whatever you are now, you might be forever.
Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only question worth asking about a story — or a poem, or a piece of sculpture, or a new concert hall — is, Is it dead or alive?
All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in what manner.