Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
No matter where i go, i still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i'm still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i'll come to defining myself.
I'm aware of what's missing from my life.
A good drama critic is one who perceives what is happening in the theatre of his time. A great drama critic also perceives what is not happening.
I'm always consciously trying to make what I feel is missing.
A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.
One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.
The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing from her novella--and was necessary to it.
I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.
