Before You Can Write A Novel You

Ambitious, Absorbing, And Poignantly Moving.

She Wasn't In Love But She Would Love Him, If That Would Save Her.

Cherie, Keep Walking. Shut Your Eyes. We Are Headed For The Bridge. We Are Going To Cross It.

I Work Very Slowly. It's Like Building A Ladder, Where You're Building Your Own Ladder Rung By Rung, And You're Climbing The Ladder. It's Not The Best Way To Build A Ladder, But I Don't Know Any Other Way.

Not To Be Alone. To Be Spared The Possibility Of Knowing Oneself, In Aloneness.