I would suggest the widow do things the husband used to do, so he seems to be there with you. You will feel like just going to bed. It's so wonderful, going to bed.

I believe that any form of art is a species of exploration and transgression. ... Art by its nature is a transgressive act, and artists must accept being punished for it. The more original and unsettling their art, the more devastating the punishment.

I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love I love I love I love but you do not.

She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.

Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.

celebrate while you can

Writing is the most solitary of arts.