The only selfish life is a timid one.
She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.
I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.
We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.
Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.
Freud, one of the grand masters of narrative, knew that the past is not fixed in the way that linear time suggests. We can return. We can pick up what we dropped. We can mend what others broke. We can talk with the dead.