Anything Worth Having Has Its Price.

Had I Been Blessed With Even Limited Access To My Own Mind There Would Have Been No Reason To Write.

Marriage Is Memory, Marriage Is Time. Marriage Is Not Only Time: It Is Also, Parodoxically, The Denial Of Time.

We Are Imperfect Mortal Beings, Aware Of That Mortality Even As We Push It Away, Failed By Our Very Complication, So Wired That When We Mourn Our Losses We Also Mourn, For Better Or For Worse, Ourselves. As We Were. As We Are No Longer. As We Will One Day Not Be At All.

Details Are Our Business As Writers. Your Heart Leaps When You See A Detail That Can Go Somewhere

Self-respect Is A Question Of Recognizing That Anything Worth Having Has A Price.