Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment business. What voyeurs we have all become.

friendship was always contingent.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

Writing is very improvisational. It's like trying to fix a broken sewing machine with safety pins and rubber bands. A lot of tinkering.

Kill what you can't save what you can't eat throw out what you can't throw out bury What you can't bury give away what you can't give away you must carry with you, it is always heavier than you thought.

After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.