To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
“My childhood was limited to mostly gospel music. We didn't have, like, a lot of records in our house, you know. It was like my grandparents who raised me. They were pretty old-fashioned in their religious ways, so it was like church, church, church, school, school, school.”
“Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail their failure must be but a challenge to others.”