You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?

I am too nervous to eat pie.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.