You want in all cases for the story to get through the writing.

I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same.

Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn't we rather have a destiny to submit to, than, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness.

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

A story ... has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you.

You want in all cases for the story to get through the writing.