I love to both give and receive very old books.

I'm like the guy who prepares your taxes or a dentist. I'm very conservative and boring in a lot of ways.

The reason I know what we are to each other is because we fight freely and almost constantly, about even the smallest thing. In fact, once we didn't speak for an entire week because he didn't like the way I loaded his dishwasher...I can't decide if we're exact opposites, or somehow exactly the same except for minor cosmetic differences. I do know that all of his friends hate me and all of my friends hate him. We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.

It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

I tend to really enjoy being swept up in fiction. I love a good story and I admire fiction authors.