TENDER DELICACIES

So yes I know how angry, or naive, or self-destructive, or messed up, or even deluded I sound weaving my way through these life stories at times. But beautiful things. Graceful things. Hopeful things can sometimes appear in dark places.

“She preferred most of all to live with flowers and music and to have a book, in quiet solitude.”

“I am the self-portrait of a woman. She is flimsy as Tolstoy’s Karenina, brown hair tangled at the back, her lips softly parted (…)”

“She was ravishingly pretty. She used to laugh extraordinarily often. He used to call her his “darling absurdity”–a name extremely appropriate.”

“My mind is filled with dreams of romantic meetings.”

“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.”

““A library is an infinite tangle of possible paths to the person you’ll be in a year, two, three, thanks to the books you stumble over by utter, delightful chance.””

“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.”