A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.

Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the facts, and the yearning passionate part of you will not be met there. That is why reading ourselves as a fiction as well as fact is so liberating. The wider we read the freer we become.

Very often history is a means of denying the past.

I have no idea what happens next.

I wanted to write a new fable and see how many rules you could break.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.