I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

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.

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

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.

The writing is clean. I really wouldn't have changed a word. Most of it is true, too, except that the hero quits drinking and the girl grows up. On the last page, the couple gets married, which is a nice way for a love story to end.

It might sound ordinary for a woman to find out her husband's cheating on her, but not if you're the woman and it's your husband.

We are all children until our fathers die.