The stories tend to be what I work on when I'm stuck. Something will just pop into my head and I'll think that's more of a story.
He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.
I'm certainly eclectic in my writing.
What business does memory have with time?
All we have is the story we tell.
He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.