I watched my friend Eleanor give birth," she said. "Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more than a reconstituted ham and cheese sandwich. Just a little anagram of you and what you've been eating for nine months.
My new apartment might be a place where there are lots of children. They might gather on my porch to play, and when I step out for groceries, they will ask me, "Hi, do you have any kids?" and then, "Why not, don't you like kids?" "I like kids," I wil...
Life is sad. Here is someone.
I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.
They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.
