I'm a very interior person. I love silence. I revel in it. I'm happy that way.

Lovers offered only what they offered and nothing more, and what they offered came with provisos: believe what you want and don't look carefully at what isn't acceptable to you.

Leave, with no answer. Move on to the next question.

There is no single formula for good sentence. An invisible integument that gives the sentence wholeness and musicality, sometimes. But other times, the formula is almost purely one of context. And yet other times, of sheer precision of meaning. This is a good sentence: "Just as he was settling into the warm mud of alcoholic gloom, Shrike caught his arm." "Warm mud of alcoholic gloom" is exact and right and accurate.

You have time. Meaning don't use it, but pass through time in patience, waiting for something to come. Prepare for its arrival. Don't rush to meet it. Be a conduit.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

I think any time you deal with humans and the way they exploit one another and cause pain you are in the realm of politics, on some level.