I think everyone is always measuring themselves against other people to a certain degree; it happens automatically, and it's hard not to be this way at least some of the time.
In 'The Interestings' I wanted to write about what happens to talent over time. In some people talent blooms, in others it falls away.
And specialness - everyone wants it. But Jesus, is it the most essential thing there is? Most people aren't talented. So what are they supposed to do - kill themselves?
But clearly life took people and shook them around until finally they were unrecognizable even to those who had once known them well. Still, there was power in once having known someone.
People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.
It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.
In The Interestings I wanted to write about what happens to talent over time. In some people talent blooms, in others it falls away.
We are all here, on this earth for only one go around. And everyone thinks their purpose is to just find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is to find what other people need.
People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.
You had only one chance for a signature in life, but most people left no impression.