If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, โWhen youโre readyโ.
Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.
Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.
All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.
The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.
She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.