I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion, and the one thing in which I have never, ever been guilty.

We're left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day's playtime.

Take by surprise and the world gives up resistance.

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.