Truth & Beauty

he world is saved through deeds, not prayer, because what is prayer but a kind of worry?

. I was stunned by the rawness of her pain. I came to understand that night in the sports bar, safe from the blinding rain, that I could not worry about Lucy anymore. I knew then it was just too enormous for me to manage and that worrying about her would swamp me

Lucy tried constantly to find and fully participate in any joy that was available to her, but still she was pulled into scorching bouts of depression

if you don’t want to engage with someone, don’t engage with them, ever, on any level, and they will go away.

The point isn’t to hear it and then reject it. The point is to cross to the other side of the street when you see him coming

Poetry defined her, saved her. There were times it seemed to be the only thing around that made perfect sense.

Grief isn’t something to ‘be gotten through.’ It has no life of its own like that, it’s just plain and simply there. It’s one of the things which tells us we’re human.

. Based on my limited personal experience, I had thought it was a given that plastic surgeons had good magazine

MY FAMILY, like every family, had its own particular set of insanities about money, but we had enough

The compromise was that I would do all the cleaning and cooking and that neither of us would complain about it, which suited both of us fin