In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.
America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.
You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.
The name of a person you love is more than language.
The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.