Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.

There Is No Answer. It's Okay. But Even If It Wasn't Okay, What Am I Supposed To Do?

I Loved You So Much Once. I Did. More Than Anything In The Whole Wide World. Imagine That. What A Laugh That Is Now. Can You Believe It? We Were So Intimate Once Upon A Time I Can't Believe It Now. The Memory Of Being That Intimate With Somebody. We Were So Intimate I Could Puke. I Can't Imagine Ever Being That Intimate With Somebody Else. I Haven't Been.

It's Akin To Style, What I'm Talking About, But It Isn't Style Alone. It Is The Writer's Particular And Unmistakable Signature On Everything He Writes. It Is His World And No Other. This Is One Of The Things That Distinguishes One Writer From Another. Not Talent. There's Plenty Of That Around. But A Writer Who Has Some Special Way Of Looking At Things And Who Gives Artistic Expression To That Way Of Looking: That Writer May Be Around For A Time.

Mel Thought Real Love Was Nothing Less Than Spiritual Love. He'd Said He'd Spent Five Years In A Seminary Before Quitting To Go To Medical School. He Said He Still Looked Back On Those Years In The Seminary As The Most Important Years Of His Life.

I Guess My Writing Has Changed As My Life Has.