I Guess Love Is The Real Suspension

Basically, All Anyone Has To Do Is Ask Me For Fun Details Or Tell Me To Be Creative, And My Mind Turns To Mud. I Am Instantly The Most Boring Person You've Ever Met.

Olive Kitteridge' Is A Masterpiece: The Writing Is So Perfect You Don't Even Notice It; The Story Is So Vivid It's Less Like Reading A Story Than Experiencing It Firsthand.

Time. There Seems To Be Vast Quantities Of The Stuff Spooling Around Me In All Directions, Everywhere I Look. Days And Hours. Weeks And Minutes. Years. The Hard Part, Ive Discovered, Is Filling It.

Up Until That Moment, I'd Been At The Earliest Stage Of Love, When You Feel It Will Turn You Into The Better Person You Want To Be. Now, His Gentle Voice And Sage Advice Took Me To A Later Stage: I Felt I Needed To Pretend To Be A Better Person Than I Was So He'd Keep Loving Me. This Was Hard Because It Made Me Hate Him.

I Felt I Couldn't Lose Anything Else, But Just Then I Realized I Already Had: I'd Lost The Hope That I Would Ever Be Loved In Just That Way Again.