The fiction Im most interested in has lines of reference to the real world.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.

A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so.

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.

She won't give him back his look.