I Wish I Knew How To Quit

... There Are Four Women In Every Man’s Heart. The Maid In The Meadow, The Demon Lover, The Stouthearted Woman, The Tall And Quiet Woman.

Ordinary Parties, He Thought, Were Subtle Games Of Sexual And Social Badminton.

I Think It's Important To Leave Spaces In A Story For Readers To Fill In From Their Own Experience.

Walking On The Land Or Digging In The Fine Soil I Am Intensely Aware That Time Quivers Slightly, Changes Occurring In Imperceptible And Minute Ways, Accumulating So Subtly That They Seem Not To Exist. Yet The Tiny Shifts In Everything--cell Replication, The Rain Of Dust Motes, Lengthening Hair, Wind-pushed Rocks--press Inexorably On And On.

A Spinning Coin, Still Balanced On Its Rim, May Fall In Either Direction.