Occupation: Novelist Birth: June 28, 1969
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us..
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple t….
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write..
I give boring people something to discuss over corn..
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude..
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time..
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side..
But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why..
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street..
When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It's nourishing; it's rejuvenating..
There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, yo….
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant..
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent ….
My lover is experiencing reverse evolution..
…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks..
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom..
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want..
With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms p….
It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense….
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first gesture that creates a quie….
That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone. This is why everyone wh….