Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Mr. Fitzgerald-I believe that is how he spells his name-seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.