To Expect Reason Is Where

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’ve Always Known That There’s More Going On Inside Me Than Finds Its Way Into The World, But This Is Probably True Of Everyone. Who Doesn’t Regret That He Isn’t More Fully Understood?

Stories Worked Much The Same Way . . . A False Note At The Beginning Was Much More Costly Than One Nearer The End Because Early Errors Were Part Of The Foundation.

I Just Have This Feeling That If It Weren't For The Gloversville Free Library That I Probably Would Not Be A Writer.

Was Anything In The World Truer Than That Intuitive Leap Of The Heart?