How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet - on the other hand - what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt.
Cities produce in me melancholy or a tension I don't need.
My father is a practicing criminal law attorney in the Seattle area.
It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it.
Writing became an obsessive compulsive habit but I had almost no money so I thought about being an urban firefighter and having lots of free time in which to write or becoming an English teacher and thinking about books and writers on a daily basis. That swayed me.