I leave a lot out when I tell the truth

There’s so much I can’t read because I get so exasperated. Someone starts describing the character boarding the plane and pulling the seat back. And I just want to say, Babe, I have been downtown. I have been up in a plane. Give me some credit.

I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands.

I'm not good at small talk; I'm not good at big talk; and medium talk just doesn't come up.

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.

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

All those years on the psychiatrist's couch and suddenly the couch is moving. Good God, she is on that couch when the big one hits. Maidy didn't tell you, but you know what her doctor said? She sprang from the couch and said, "My God, was that an earthquake?" The doctor said this: "Did it feel like an earthquake to you?