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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
… I am not dawdling. I am waiting. I am waiting to move on, which at my age means dying. I wonder about how best to do it, most neatly. I must now wait, to learn more.—“The Difference Between Dawdling and Waiting”, 1985
I know that sleep is a gentle thing. It falls like dew and all that, but I have often wondered why it is so important to people to feel that they can sleep eight hours without turning over, or eight hours the minute their heads hit the pillow, or eight hours without a dream. All this has always been silly to me.—“Sleep”, 1986
It was probably a little the way a woman who has long wanted a child feels when she knows that at last she has conceived. The thing had finally happened, and it was rich with promise.