I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.
Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.
Very often history is a means of denying the past.
Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.
Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!