we both smile and we are conspirators.

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.

I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.