He Wondered How We Know That What

I Often Feel The Effects Of People Only After They Leave Me.

It Is Possible To Imagine A Person So Entirely That The Image Resists Attempts To Dislodge It.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.

I Probably Have Less Revision Than Those Who Have That Wonderful Rush Of Story To Tell - You Know, I Can't Wait To Tell You What Happened The Other Day. It Comes Tumbling Out And Maybe Then They Go Back And Refine. I Kind Of Envy That Way Of Working, But I Just Have Never Done It.

The Worst Of It Is Over Now, And I Can't Say That I Am Glad. Lose That Sense Of Loss--you Have Gone And Lost Something Else.