“Leaves around the door are penciled losses.”
“If somebody writes a great poem, people don't run around applauding the pencil, saying 'Oh, what a great pencil'...I'm a pencil in God's hands.”
“I was hoping you’d leave the back door open for me, I said as he turned around to bend over and pick up his key.”
“Weight loss is not the key to your dreams. The truth is there is no lock and the door is flimsy.”
“Nothing helped until the day she took a tablet and pencil into the basement and moved the event out of her and onto paper, where it was reshaped into a kind of simple equation: loss equaled the need to love again, more.”
“If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favourite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door.”