The old story is true:Women have to be less emotional than men.
Whenever I sign books, I get this line over and over again from men: "I don't read fiction, but my wife does. Would you sign the book to her?" What are those men doing there? And where are their wives?
We chart delusions through collective agreement.
Human beings are repetitive animals. All meaning is generated through repetition.
Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.
I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.