She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

I read "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. It had tons of sex in it, or so I thought at the time.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

What did you see?' he asked then. Nothing,' I told him. 'Because nothing is what you wanted me to see, though the man on the table might disagree.

I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.