I'm Delighted By How Nobody's Fool Turned

The Line Of Gray Along The Horizon Is Brighter Now, And With The Coming Light I Feel A Certainty: That There Is, Despite Our Wild Imaginings, Only One Life. The Ghostly Others, No Matter How Real They Seem, No Matter How Badly We Need Them, Are Phantoms. The One Life We're Left With Is Sufficient To Fill And Refill Our Imperfect Hearts With Joy, And Then To Shatter Them. And It Never, Ever Lets Up.

I Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good, I Don't Care What It Is.

I Looked Back At Some Of My Earlier Published Stories With Genuine Horror And Remorse. I Got Thinking, How Many Extant Copies Might There Be, Who Owns Them, And Do They Keep Their Doors Locked?

Hbo Is Really Famous For Hiring Good People And Staying Out Of Their Way Until They Ask For Help, Or Need It. And That Reputation Is Earned.

I'll Tell You One Thing, Though. It's A Terrible Thing To Be A Disappointment To A Good Woman.