I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around with until you got a novel.

For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief.

Braininess is not attractive unless combined with some signs of elegance; class.

Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.