I'm Most Honest About Writing When I'm

I Am Very Selfish, Really. I Lived For Love.

Sometimes I Think My Whole Professional Life Has Been Based On This Hunch I Had, Early On, That Many People Feel Just As Muddled As I Do, And Might Be Happy To Tag Along With Me On This Search For Clarity, For Precision. I Love That Aspect Of Writing. Nothing Makes Me Happier Than To Hear A Reader Say: That’s Just What I’ve Always Felt, But You Said It Clearly.

This Is What Divorce Is: Taking Things You No Longer Want From People You No Longer Love.

In A Whisper He Began Begging For—and, As The Sun Set, Received—the Concession People Always Beg For: A Little More Time.

She Loved You In The Morning Because The Day Was New.