It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

Speculation can be more gentle, can take its time, when it is not driven by desire.

For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief.

You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.

Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

I would have a flick of fear, as in a dream when you find yourself in the wrong building or have forgotten the time for the exam and understand that this is only the tip of some shadowy cataclysm or lifelong mistake.

It's certainly true that when I was young, writing seemed to me so important that I would have sacrificed almost anything to it ... Because I thought of the world in which I wrote -- the world I created -- as somehow much more enormously alive than the world I was actually living in.