Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.

Our friendship is made up of these brief frenzied exchanges, but the quality of our conversation, for all its feverish outpouring, is genuine.

He dares not concern himself with the future for fear of disturbing the present.

The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, permitting ourselves the comforts of postponement, of rehearsals

There are chapters in every life which are seldom read and certainly not aloud.

This is why I read novels: so I can escape my own unrelenting monologue.

The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.