At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.

I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

Identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through.

If it's us", she whispered, "how come you get to decide?" When he didn't answer - couldn't answer - she turned and stared out the front window. As it turned out, they were still in the parking lot. They hadn't gotten anywhere at all.

I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a macaroni-and-cheese bake than any personal involvement. You hand off a serving dish and you've done your job - no need to get personally involved, and your conscience is clean. Food is the currency of aid.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.