I Feel In Some Ways I've Had A Difficult Life. And It Makes Me The Kind Of Writer I Am, In What I Value, What I Respect, What I Hold Dear.
He Tells Me That The Best Man I Will Ever Find Will Be Attracted To Other Women. I Hear This As Another Fact I Am Too Old Not To Know. More Proof Of How Unprepared I Am To Love Anyone.
You Sense That He's Dangerous But Don't Now Why - And Wonder If It's Because He Makes You Feel Safer Than You've Ever Felt.
The Writing Is Clean. I Really Wouldn't Have Changed A Word. Most Of It Is True, Too, Except That The Hero Quits Drinking And The Girl Grows Up. On The Last Page, The Couple Gets Married, Which Is A Nice Way For A Love Story To End.
She Said That Her Father's Death Had Been The Hardest Thing In Her Life. "we Are All Children Until Our Fathers Die.
I Realize I Will Never Hear From Dena Again, And I Will Never Call Her. It Gives Me A Chill. It Is A Strange Thing To End A Friendship, Even If You Know It's What You Want. It's Like A Death; All Of A Sudden Your Experience Of A Person Become Finite.
Sometimes You’re Loved Because Of Your Weaknesses. What You Can’t Do Is Sometimes More Compelling Than What You Can.
Time. There Seems To Be Vast Quantities Of The Stuff Spooling Around Me In All Directions, Everywhere I Look. Days And Hours. Weeks And Minutes. Years. The Hard Part, Ive Discovered, Is Filling It.
I Live By Edith Whartons Rule To Get Rid Of Anything Neither Useful Nor Beautiful. So I Put The Tv Out On The Street.
I Don't Have Any Real Goals Except To Follow One Good Sentence With Another... I'm Not The Kind Of Writer Who Has A Map.
I Felt I Couldn't Lose Anything Else, But Just Then I Realized I Already Had: I'd Lost The Hope That I Would Ever Be Loved In Just That Way Again.
