A Named Thing Is A Tamed Thing.

Somehow The Anticipation Of Pain Can Be Even More Troubling, More A Misery Than The Pain Itself.

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.

I Like Literature That You Respond To In Some Way. You Laugh, You Cry, You Turn The Light On - That's Great, It's Eliciting A Response By Proxy.

Guilleaume Left La Praline With A Small Bag Of Florentines In His Pocket; Before He Had Turned The Corner Of Avenue Des Francs Bourgeois I Saw Him Stoop To Offer One To The Dog. A Pat, A Bark, A Wagging Of The Short Stubby Tail. As I Said, Some People Never Have To Think About Giving.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.