Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

Rather than a teaching tool, I think a novel is more of a witnessing entity. A witnessing entity? What is that? I just want the reader to step in and experience it as a story.