Tuesday, August 25, 2009


By Dave Eggers.

"Tell me your secrets, she tells her friends. Tell me anything, she says, because I will forget it all. And the friends laugh. They know she is serious. She is a good friend because she will listen, and ask questions, and commiserate, and she will tell no one their secrets, because she will forget their secrets almost instantly. Because though she does care about her friends, she does not care about their secrets."

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


There are some writers and they have some books that I wish I could devour like a perfect piece of chocolate. Their words linger in my heart. And when the last page has been turned, I feel as though I have just said goodbye to my dearest friend. A sense of sadness comes over and overshadows the happiness of having known the person.