Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?
I wanted to eat her pain, take it into me and make it my own.
Even though I didn't know I was applying for the job, I have somehow become the spokesperson for independent book stores.
The love between humans is the thing that nails us to the earth.
Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.
I don't write for an audience, I don't think whether my book will sell, I don't sell it before I finish writing it.