No one is calling me. I can’t check the answering machine because I have been here all this time. If I go out, someone may call while I’m out. Then I can check the answering machine when I come back in.

Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer.

I don't feel I have to struggle against allegory. I let the readers do the interpreting.

Do what you want to do, and don't worry if it's a little odd or doesn't fit the market.

There seemed to be three choices: to give up trying to love anyone, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish.

Like a tropical storm, I, too, may one day become ‘better organized.

No one is calling me. I can’t check the answering machine because I have been here all this time. If I go out, someone may call while I’m out. Then I can check the answering machine when I come back in.