I've told the same story twelve different ways, but I think that's just part of what writers do. Once may not be enough.

Friendship needs both confidences and confidence in the other's outstretched hand.

We have to recognize that it is a very, very painful thing for people to be exposed to their social community, to be exposed in the world, as not what they would have wanted to be seen as. This is very painful and difficult for people.

A person who has no secrets is a liar. We always fold ourselves away from others just enough to preserve a secret or two, something that we cannot share without destroying our inner landscape.

Sometimes what we call love is just a settling of old scores, or a seeking of forbidden pain, or a circuitous path to the kingdom of cruelty, or she may simply have confused lack of capital with heroism while searching for rescue without knowing from what.

Romanticizing the act of writing or any other art is not very helpful to the artist or the art. It's much better if one simply does.

It is hard to hold on to friendships when people move away to another state or to another world.