Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss? Romantically She Decided That Love Must Surely Reside In The Gap Between Desire And Fulfillment, In The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.

Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive A Death As The Banana.

The Present Changes The Past. Looking Back You Do Not Find What You Left Behind.