Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

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