Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.

I love to think about chance - about how one little overheard word, one pebble in a shoe, can change the universe.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

...it's closeness that does you in. Never get too close to people, son.

And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.

When I'm working on something, I proceed as if no one else will ever read it.

Now peculiar scraps of knowledge were stuck to him like lint from all his jobs.