The ending is one of my blackest, utterly without hope of any sort.
favors are always for ourselves. Especially when we ask for things for other people.
I never know what's going to happen in a novel. I don't have a plan or an outline.
I love music. But I've never owned a TV in my adult life, and I've never lived in a place with a television.
And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction.
My father read 'The New York Times,' my mother did secretarial work, we had a dog, we had a garden, I had a brother.