Just finished reading Clive Barker's BOOKS OF BLOOD, all of them, and I'm sitting here crying because at the very end the words he wrote hit home.
This is why I write.
"It was a great relief to tell the story. Not because he wanted to be remembered, but because the telling relieved him of the tale. It no longer belonged to him, that life, that death. He had better business, as did they all."