I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

I get rational when I panic.

I wanted to be a veterinarian, but slipped up when I hit organic chemistry.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four," she will say, "—three," and years later, "Three," she will say, "—four.

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

Dreams: the place most of us get what we need.

I want to know everything about you, so I tell you everything about myself.