Pain collected into deep pockets and I was aware of this painbut somehow I could not seem to feel it. It was like a body-deafness.

I had been eagerly waiting just such a disaster. Storms, wolves, snakebite, floods-these are the occasions to find out how your father sees you, how strong and necessary he thinks you are.

A food truce, the picnic suspension of oedipal feeling that permits the generations to love each other at family reunions.

I do think there's something when you have an unbroken day, and it feels like you and your attention can just be together like birds again and you can actually think and dream a little.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

Could we betray our parents by going back to them?

My mom says I'm destined to be the sort of man who uses big words but pronounces them incorrectly.