Anyone's Childhood Can Be An

Write The Book You Want To Read, The One You Cannot Find.

Nothing She Did Or Said Was Quite What She Meant But Still Her Life Could Be Called A Monument Shaped In A Slant Of Available Light And Set To The Movement Of Possible Music

I'm Concerned About The Unknowability Of Other People.

These Are Frightening Times...when She Feels Herself Annointed By Loneliness.

Our Friendship Is Made Up Of These Brief Frenzied Exchanges, But The Quality Of Our Conversation, For All Its Feverish Outpouring, Is Genuine.