Occupation: Author Birth: 1965
Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us….
Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in..
A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments a….
But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his ….
Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soar….
You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own hea….
The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?.
Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind..
The very rich only admire themselves.
But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city..
There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean….
I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight..
Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else..
She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or wo….
At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good….
I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together..
... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way..
People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing..
And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest. I'm thinking of giving it away, though. Ernest is so dull, and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingw….
You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through..
It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned fr….