Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.

I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?

In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire.

Sometimes it seems to me that all of life is a struggle to contain the natural impulses of the body and spirit, and that what we call character represents only the degree to which we are successful in this endeavor.