Every Secret We Confide In Another Person

‎not Having Time For A Person, Not Being Able To Sit In Silence Together With Somebody, That's The Same As Rejecting Them, As Being Scornful About Them.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.

I Can Still Remember The Miraculous Feeling Of Writing A Sentence, Then More Sentences, Telling A Story. The First Thing I Wrote Was A One-page Summary Of Robinson Crusoe And I Am So Sorry I Do Not Have It Any More; It Was At That Moment I Became An Author.

It Struck Me As I Listened To Those Two Men That A Truer Nomination (name) For Our Species Than Homo Sapiens Might Be Homo Narrans, The Storytelling Person. What Differentiates Us From Animals Is The Fact That We Can Listen To Other People’s Dreams, Fears, Joys, Sorrows, Desires And Defeats–and They In Turn Can Listen To Ours.

Life Is A Flimsy Branch Over An Abyss.