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.

Fiction shows the external effects of internal conditions. Be aware of the tension between internal and external movement.

She won't give him back his look.

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.

Ralph also took some classes in philosophy and literature and felt himself on the brink of some kind of huge discovery about himself. But it never came.

Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to go to medical school. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years of his life.

What do any of us really know about love?