I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.

For peace of mind, I will lie about any thing at any time.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?

I could claim any number of high-flown reasons for writing, just as you can explain certain dogs behavior... But maybe, it’s that they’re dog, and that’s what dogs do.

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached.