Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

Formula: Second Draft = First Draft minus 10%.

Writing is seduction.

No one likes to see a government folder with his name on it.

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.