Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.

He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.

a writer is a foreign country

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

I have never waited for anything the way I've waited for today, when nothing will happen.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.