As the most recently arrived to earthly life, children can seem in lingering possession of some heavenly lidless eye.

Writers have no real area of expertise. They are merely generalists with a highly inflamed sense of punctuation.

I often think that at the center of me is a voice that at last did split, a house in my heart so invaded with other people and their speech, friends I believed I was devoted to, people whose lives I can simply guess at now, that it gives me the impression I am simply a collection of them, that they all existed for themselves, but had inadvertently formed me, then vanished. But, what: Should I have been expected to create my own self, out of nothing, out of thin, thin air and alone?

You know, I'm just a very boring, not very funny person in person. I don't feel pressured to be otherwise.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

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.

Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.