It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.

But clearly life took people and shook them around until finally they were unrecognizable even to those who had once known them well. Still, there was power in once having known someone.

Good writing is good writing, and I'm so happy when I read it.

Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.

Wasn't the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, that you didn't have to wear a tie?

The child who was happy with herself meant the parents had won the jackpot.