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Tomorrow I will start Air, my birth element.

He’s a master. It’s been too long.

I didn’t think I could be more in awe of this woman. I was wrong.

I’m loving this earnest tree-hugger in her Jimmy Choo stilettos!

“How would you know she is a ghost? Many of the living are vague and adrift too, it’s not a failing unique to the departed.”

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate tomorrow❣️

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates. It’s been busy, but I look forward to reading all your reviews soon❣️

“Identifying the common humanity and bringing it to the surface is how I’ve managed to inhabit all different kinds of people or creatures, but it starts and ends with the words on the page.”

“The earliest incarnation of the script was vibrating with sexual impact. There was this intrigue with and interrogation into fluidity—which, of course, wasn’t the usual parlance then. Yes, it’s a sexual free-for-all, but behind that, it’s an interrogation of power—all cloaked in a spoof-like B movie.”

“After closing, a hush fell over the shop. A silence deeper than necessary. The shop looked like a totally different place from when it was open during the day. All her tasks done, she meticulously washed her hands, wiped each finger with a towel, and came over and sat down on the stool beside me.”

“I didn’t give any opinion. A dead person appears before you and says he doesn’t know whether the soul exists or not—what sort of comeback could you possibly have?”

“One of the problems of happiness—and I’d been very happy when Christopher and I were first engaged—is that it makes you both smug and unimaginative.”

“While I was lashed to the walls, ignoring the height was the last thing I wanted to do. It was the height I craved, the view it afforded, the space it made, between me and everything else.”

“Before I spent every dark minute on the side of Cathedral Peak, I had no concept of trust as anything other than a blind leap of self-obliteration, of following some stranger into the dark, or the middle of the road. I had no sense of what it might mean to trust myself, for that trust to be rooted in self-preservation rather than feeding the wolf of some destructive appetite…”

“My vision steadied and the vague shapes silvered in moonlight took form. In the center of the dark desert was a glow of living color. It was the bonfire, hidden from the road behind a carefully selected boulder, burning and sparking and popping and smoking higher and higher into the night sky with each log someone hurled in.”

“My pants were torn, my unwashed hair a tangled mass. The skin on the backs of my hands was raw and scabbed and bleeding. The pudge of my belly extruded, cold and white, in between my pants and harness. There had to be a reason I was dangling from this rope, sleeping in my station wagon and spending my days with these kind but odd and rumpled men.”

“Illness battered its victim until they got along with one another…”

“…free solo means you have no rope. Free climber means you don’t pull on man-made things. You only use the rock.”

“I liked it immediately, this wall in my face. The way it smelled.”

“—to ruin a man’s life, such a thing was not to be taken lightly.”

“…perhaps all deaths were unjust, but some were more so.”