One Of The Ideas I've Clung To

Suddenly It Was Fall, The Season Of Death, The Anniversary Of Things-going-to-hell.

My Theory Is This: Women Falter When They're Called On To Be Highly Self-conscious About Their Talents. Not When They're Called On To Enact Them.

If The Condition Of Grief Is Nearly Universal, Its Transactions Are Exquisitely Personal.

Grief Is At Once A Public And A Private Experience. One's Inner, Inexpressible Disruption Cannot Be Fully Realized In One's Public Persona.

One Of The Ideas I've Clung To Most Of My Life Is That If I Just Try Hard Enough It Will Work Out.