It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

Literature sucks you into another psyche. So the creation of empathy necessarily influences how you'll behave to other people.

This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don't consider it rejected. Consider that you've addressed it 'to the editor who can appreciate my work' and it has simply come back stamped 'Not at this address'. Just keep looking for the right address.

Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.

He needs to go rub his soul against life.