Everyone's Got A Different Story.

The Collector [john Fowles Book] Does Such A Good Job Of Capturing The Mindset Of A Capturer, And Also That's Become A Banal Trope Of Every Second Crime Novel: The Weirdo, Fetishistic Watcher/stalker/kidnapper/kidnapper Of Women Or Children.

...sentences Swallowed And Sung Back And Swallowed All Over Again. She Was Made Entirely Out Of Words.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

I Tend To Be So Lost In The Work That I Don't Notice The Weather. My Partner Will Come Home And Say, 'beautiful Day, Wasn't It?' And I'll Say, 'was It?' As I Won't Have Noticed The Real World At All.