One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.
The story fails but your faith in the importance of doing the story doesn't fail.
Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person.
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
The unhappiest moment I could never tell you. All our fights blend into each other and are in fact re-enactments of the same fight, in which we punish each other--I with words, Hugh with silence--for being each other. We never needed any more than that.