What She Wants To Say Has To

What I Wanted To Do Seemed Simple. I Wanted Something Alive And Shocking Enough That It Could Be A Morning In Somebody's Life. The Most Ordinary Morning. Imagine, Trying To Do That.

Dead, We Are Revealed In Our True Dimensions, And They Are Surprisingly Modest.

I Don't Have Any Regrets, Really, Except That One. I Wanted To Write About You, About Us, Really. Do You Know What I Mean? I Wanted To Write About Everything, The Life We're Having And The Lives We Might Have Had. I Wanted To Write About All The Ways We Might Have Died.

One Always Has A Better Book In One's Mind Than One Can Manage To Get Onto Paper.

I Have No Useful Theories About Love And Marriage.