You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.

She said that her father's death had been the hardest thing in her life. "We are all children until our fathers die.

He tried to smile, but it was just a shape his mouth made.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.

I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.

But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.

I don't have any real goals except to follow one good sentence with another... I'm not the kind of writer who has a map.