Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

I want to be violated by insight.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.