First fight. Then fiddle.
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
I've always thought of myself as a reporter.
It is brave to be involved
beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.