I sleep with a glass of water on the nightstand so I can see by its level if the coastal earth is trembling or if the shaking is still me.
I meet a person, and in my mind I'm saying three minutes; I give you three minutes to show me the spark.
The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a tim...
I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.
This is a good movie,' she said when snipers felled them both.I missed her already.
I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.
I am so suggestible. When Chatty asks if I am hungry, I say, I could be. I would try to become the woman you wanted without even knowing I was trying. As it is, I am barely the woman I am.
Here is what you do. You ease yourself into a tub of water, you ease yourself down. You lie back and wait for the ripples to smooth away. Then you take a deep breath, and slide your head under, and li...
A five-hour flight works out to three days and nights on land, by rail, from sea to shining sea. You can chalk off the hours on the back of the seat ahead. But seventy-some hours will not seem so long...
Tutto quello che ho fatto con te era amore.
For peace of mind I will lie about any thing at any time.
Yesterday, where someone had dumped a cat-scratched leather recliner in the weedy empty lot around the corner, an elderly man was found sitting in the chair, quietly disoriented. The recliner looked l...
The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?
Tell me things I won't mind forgetting, she said. 'Make it useless stuff or skip it.
Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?
I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth th...
Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.
It’s the natural trajectory of a writing career that a writer becomes better at being herself.
It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.
I would have written this next part into the story if anybody would have believed it. But who would have? I was there and I didn't believe it.