I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

Before you hate something you should try to understand it.

Remember the great film with Bette Davis, All About Eve? There's a scene after the scheming Eve steals Margo's role through trickery & then gets this magnificent review. Margo of course is effing & blinding all over the place. And crying. Her director rushes into her house, puts his arms around her & says, "I ran all the way". That's what I want.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.