Marriage Is Memory, Marriage Is Time.

A Single Person Is Missing For You, And The Whole World Is Empty.

I ... Have Another Cup Of Coffee With My Mother. We Get Along Very Well, Veterans Of A Guerrilla War We Never Understood.

[o]ne Of The Mixed Blessings Of Being Twenty And Twenty-one And Even Twenty-three Is The Conviction That Nothing Like This, All Evidence To The Contrary Notwithstanding, Has Ever Happened Before.

The Apparent Ease Of California Life Is An Illusion, And Those Who Believe The Illusion Will Live Here In Only The Most Temporary Way.

That No One Dies Of Migraine Seems, To Someone Deep Into An Attack, An Ambiguous Blessing.