People keep asking me if somehow DFW’s suicide invalidates the message his writing, if it casts doubt on all his life’s work. I can’t say no strongly enough. No no no, it doesn’t. And I say this in part out of my own need to survive. Had someone not walked in and seen me certainly my life would have still been more than a prelude to that arbitrary moment. If someday my disease takes me, it takes me, but it can’t take away a single precious moment I have fought it off, a single moment I have shared with you, or a single moment he shared with us. Please forgive us our trips to the rafters, and don’t reduce us to that moment.
via The Pale King – Boing Boing.