Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good.
If a story is in you, it has to come out.
The past isn't over. It isn't even past.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be.
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.