They never discussed it, but both came to understand it as a promise: he would always make sure there was a place for her. She would always be able to say, Someone is coming. I am not alone.

After a while, the fear became a habit, too.

If a news camera shows up, people will line up, they want to be seen. But at the same time they want both to be chosen and not singled out. I think that is an endless struggle within most.

When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these references, but no one imagines ending up there.

I'd like to think of my self as not melancholic at all, I think I'm a pretty cheerful person, really.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

I would never tell myself, you have to write 20 pages today or something. But I do try to show up. Read what I wrote, fix things.