For the living, death is thievery.

You were ambitious - for your life, what it was like when you woke up in the morning, and not for some attainment. Like most people who did not answer a particular calling from an early age, you placed work beside yourself; any occupation would fill up your day but not your heart. I liked that about you. I liked it enormously.

I have never in all my life considered you other people.

The fact that my clothing has been visually available to other people I do not find upsetting. The body is another matter. It is mine; I have found it useful; but it is an avatar.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

I have no end of failings as a mother, but I have always followed the rules.

I am in flight from my story every day, and it dogs me like a faithful stray.