I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

It Was Once Suggested to Me that, as an Antidote to Crying, I Put My Head in a Paper Bag.

For however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable I.

Water is important to people who do not have it, and the same is true of control.

Quite often you want to tell somebody your dream, your nightmare. Well, nobody wants to hear about someone else's dream, good or bad; nobody wants to walk around with it. The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.

Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.