It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.

I feel in some ways I've had a difficult life. And it makes me the kind of writer I am, in what I value, what I respect, what I hold dear.

It scares me. But then I get this big feeling, simple but exalted: He's like me, just with different details.

You will say good-bye for all the right reasons. You're tired of living in wait for his apocalypse. You have your own fight on your hands, and though it's no bigger or more noble than his, it will require all of your energy. It's you who has to hold on to earth. You have to tighten your grip -- which means letting go of him.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

I live by Edith Whartons rule to get rid of anything neither useful nor beautiful. So I put the TV out on the street.

Time. There seems to be vast quantities of the stuff spooling around me in all directions, everywhere i look. Days and hours. Weeks and minutes. Years. The hard part, ive discovered, is filling it.