By the end of the week she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped and the air began about the exact point in space and time that was the difference between Maria and other.

“Writers are always selling somebody out.”

“See enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some morning when the wor…”

“All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk…”

“The fear is for what is still to be lost.”