The Fact That I’m Silent Doesn’t Mean

The First Great Real Intimacy Between Two People Begins When Secrets Are Told.

If I Don't Feel Like Writing Today Or For A Few Days, I Don't. And I Don't Think About It. It Is Not An Obligation-it Is The Greatest Privilege.

If You Are Very Lucky, You're Allowed To Be In Certain Places During Just The Right Season Of Your Life: By The Sea For The Summer When You're Seven Or Eight And Full Of The Absolute Need To Swim Until Dark And Exhaustion Close Their Hands Together, Cupping You In Between.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.