The only time the word baby doesn't scare me is the time that it should, when it is what a man calls me.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

An idea might spark an essay, but never a story.

I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands.

As soon as I knew that I would be all right, I was sure that I was dead and didn't know it. I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence. I waited for the moment that would snap me out of my seeming life.

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

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.