I'd Much Prefer To Write More Quickly.

Anything That Is Given Can Be At Once Taken Away. We Have To Learn Never To Expect Anything, And When It Comes It's No More Than A Gift On Loan.

I Read All The Time. I Was Reading A Book I Admire Very Much By Alice Mcdermot Called Charming Billy.

...with A Rush Of Feeling He Felt That This Must Be Happiness. As Soon As The Thought Came To Him, He Fought It Back, Blaming The Whiskey. The Very Idea Was As Dangerous As Presumptive Speech: Happiness Could Not Be Sought Or Worried Into Being, Or Even Fully Grasped; It Should Be Allowed Its Own Slow Pace So That It Passes Unnoticed, If It Ever Comes At All.

Nothing Ever Holds Together Unless It Is Mixed With Some Of One's Own Blood

The Imagination Demands That Life Be Told Slant Because Of Its Need Of Distance.