Price. You're Priceless.

People Can Get Accustomed To Anything, Right? Habit Does Things To People.

The Snowy Owl Has Eyes That Look Just Like Mine, Especially When It Widens Them. And While I Stand There, Staring At It, Lowering My Sunglasses, Something Unspoken Passes Between Me And The Bird - There's This Weird Kind Of Tension, A Bizarre Pressure, That Fuels The Following, Which Starts, Happens, Ends, Very Quickly.

...if You're Alone Nothing Bad Can Happen To You.

Writing A Novel Is Not Method Acting And I Find It Easy To Step Out Of It At Cocktail Hour.

It's Because You're Always Fighting Sentiment. You're Fighting Sentimentality All Of The Time Because Being A Mother Alerts You In Such A Primal Way.