I'm Bad At Picking Heroes.

It Is Better To Hope Than To Mope!

I Write As If I've Lived A Lot Of Things I Haven't Lived.

I Was Unfair To Him, Of Course, But Where Would I Have Been Without Unfairness? In Thrall, In Harness. Young Women Need Unfairness, It's One Of Their Few Defenses. They Need Their Callousness, They Need Their Ignorance. They Walk In The Dark, Along The Edges Of High Cliffs, Humming To Themselves, Thinking Themselves Invulnerable.

Maybe That's What Love Is, I Thought: It's Being Pissed Off.

The Problem With Meditating Is I Generally Go To Sleep, And That's Because I'm Doing It Wrong.