People Who Imagine Themselves To

Structure Is One Of The Things That I Always Hope Will Reveal Itself To Me.

I Was The One Who Did Come Through That Door. You Were The One She Was Waiting For.

Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

After All, What Was The Whole Wide World But A Place For People To Yearn For Their Heart's Impossible Desires, For Those Desires To Become Entrenched In Defiance Of Logic, Plausibility, And Even The Passage Of Time, As Eternal As Polished Marble.

My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body And Would Work 12- To 13-hour Days. The Guys He Worked With Were Scrap-iron Guys. Nobody On That Road Crew Had Read A Book In 10 Years, But There Was Something About The Way They Lived I Really Admired.