I don't think I knew any of my father's friends - male friends - by their real names. I remember them only by their nicknames.
Which was what love was: unmotivated respect.
I thought the whole world was like Lorain.
The language must be careful and must appear effortless. It must not sweat. It must suggest and be provocative at the same time.
When they fall in love with a city, it is for forever and it is like forever.
One of my kids was born in 1968. There were going to be political difficulties, but they were never going to have that level of hatred and contempt that my brothers and my sister and myself were exposed to.