...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is t….

In the dim light of the computer screen he seemed otherworldly; Julia thought him beautiful, though she knew it was the beauty of damage..

The choices we’re working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist simultaneously and everything has already happen….

Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you?….

absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way..

I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again..

Everything seems simple until you think about it..

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair..

I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from sc….

The engagement ring is an emerald, and the dim light from the window is refracted green and white in it. The rings are silver, and they need cleaning….

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive..

The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a ….

Henry loves my hair almost as though it is a creature unto itself, as though it has a soul to call its own, as though it could love him back..

I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, com….

...she could express her soul with that voice, whenver I listened to her I felt my life meant more than mere biology...she could really hear, she und….

How does it feel? I feels exactly like one of those dreams in which you suddenly realize that you have to take a test you haven't studied for and you….

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love..

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion..