I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson

I don't want to boss anyone and I don't want to be bossed.

She looks up at me, still rocking. “Henry . . . why did me decide to do this again?” “Supposedly when it’s over they hand you a baby and let you keep it.” “Oh yeah.” --Wednesday, September 5, 2001

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.