History Works Itself Out In The Living.

I Don't Pray. When I Was Young, I Vowed I Never Would Be Caught Begging God. If I Want Something I Get It For Myself. I Go To Church Only To Show The Old Hens They Don't Get Me Down.

She Had Always Been A Reader… But Now She Was Obsessed. Since Her Discovery Of The Book Hoard Downstairs From Her Job, She’d Been Caught Up In One Such Collection Of People And Their Doings After The Next…the Pleasure Of This Sort Of Life – Bookish, She Supposed It Might Be Called, A Reading Life – Had Made Her Isolation Into A Rich And Even Subversive Thing. She Inhabited One Consoling Or Horrifying Persona After Another…that She Was Childless And Husbandless And Poor Meant Less Once She Picked Up A Book. Her Mistakes Disappeared Into It. She Lived With An Invented Force.

We Have A Huge Struggle For Our Sense Of What A Democracy Is. We're Not Living In Reality When We Think We Have Some Sort Of Democracy. We're Really On The Edge. We Have Two Presidents Who Lost The Popular Vote But Won The Election. This Is Not Working.

If Life's A Joke, Then Suicide's A Bad Punch Line.

I Feel Myself Becoming Less A Person Than A Place, Inhabited, A Foreign Land.