I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth the bother, not even your life.

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

Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

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

I leave a lot out when I tell the truth

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

For peace of mind, I will lie about any thing at any time.