Just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.

I assemble stories-me and a hundred million other people-at the sentence level. Not by coming up with a sweeping story line.

I get rational when I panic.

It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.

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.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.