Four men are missing R. Sorel and two emigrants. They set out this morning after buffalo and have not yet made their appearance whether killed or lost we cannot tell.
This love is silent.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping...
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.