While the world worlds up at us. I
What I think, Chatty says, is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.
It’s the natural trajectory of a writing career that a writer becomes better at being herself.
Some of us are silent sufferers of a noisy disease.
I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not? I begi...
consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.
Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?
A famous artist is approached by a student. You don't remember me, the student says correctly, but years ago you said something that changed my life. You said, 'Photography is death.' After that, says...
All those years on the psychiatrist's couch and suddenly the couch is moving.Good God, she is on that couch when the big one hits.Maidy didn't tell you, but you know what her doctor said? She sprang f...
And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.
I read about a famous mystery writer who worked for one week in a department store. One day she saw a woman come in and buy a doll. The mystery writer found out the woman’s name, and took a bus to New...
Marriageability was the original title of The Harvest.
And it was the first time that I believed the claim that you can help a person more by asking them the right question than by giving them the answer.
I like radio personalities, and I like to change lanes. And losing yourself on the freeway is like living at the beach--you're not aware of lapsed time, and suddenly you're there, where it was you wer...
Mrs. Linden was beautiful in spirit and in fact. Her wish, she told her daughter, was to be a beautiful woman and surprise people because she was a beautiful woman who was kind.
I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.
I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.
He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good.
He turned off the freeway onto a wide commercial drive of franchised food and failing business. The
When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached.
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