Going Home - Vocations

VICKI: Do what Hemingway used to do when he got stuck.
JOY: What? Blow my brains out?
VICKI: Say to yourself: 'All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.'
JOY: [angrily] My whole life's been turned around. How do I know what's true any more? You don't know what it's like to know you're writing abysmally and there's nothing you can do about it. Everything I write turns into a tirade of hate. And that's fatal. According to Virginia Woolf one should never reveal one's anger. It has to be art, not self-expression. And she put rocks in her pockets and jumped in a pond! How do I strike a balance? If you're not angry what you write is irrelevant. If you are angry it sounds like hysterical over-reacting.

ZOE: What happens if we get home and you're not happy there, either?
JIM: [confidently] It won't happen.
ZOE: I don't even know if I want to come with you. I don't think I could face the disappointment.
JIM: There won't be any disappointment.
ZOE: Why not? Every place we've been to we've blamed it on the country and not on ourselves.