Happiness Compresses Time, Makes It Dense And

That Is One Thing I've Learned, That It Is Possible To Really Understand Things At Certain Points, And Not Be Able To Retain Them, To Be In Utter Confusion Just A Short While Later. I Used To Think That Once You Really Knew A Thing, Its Truth Would Shine On Forever. Now It's Pretty Obvious To Me That More Often Than Not The Batteries Fade, And Sometimes What You Knew Even Goes Out With A Bang When You Try To Call On It, Just Like A Lightbulb Cracking Off When You Throw The Switch.

Updike And Bellow And Roth Were My Three Favorite Writers When I Was Young And Throughout My Life.

No One Tells The Truth To People They Don't Actually Know, And If They Do It Is A Horrible Trait. Everyone Wants Something Smaller, Something Neater Than The Truth.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird That No One Can Tame

Only A Few Of Us Are Going To Be Willing To Break Our Own Hearts By Trading In The Living Beauty Of Imagination For The Stark Disappointment Of Words.