The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.
Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?
The love between humans is the thing that nails us to the earth.
I'm very comfortable writing.
I was always on time, I did my work to exact specifications, I spoke when spoken to.
If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write.