My life is going to change. I feel it.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

I guess my writing has changed as my life has.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

Don’t complain, don’t explain.

Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.