I work every day. Sometimes I don't accomplish anything every day, but if I don't work every day, I get depressed and get afraid to start again. So I do something every day.
Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before?
Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.
Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.
Time is the school in which we learn.
I'm not sure I would have anyway, ... If I had been writing it at the time she died, that would have become part of it. It was about a specific period of going crazy and getting over it.