Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.
Undeveloped, the whole thing,tossed into a box before we really had a chance to know what we had, and that's why we broke up.
I do what I do," I said, "in order to do something else.
Literature doesn’t exactly have a strong mental-health track record.
I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.
I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.