You think that what I've told you is an anecdote. But really it isn't. It's my whole life. It's the only story I have.

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.

Before, I was always trying to make my relationships work by means of willpower and forced affability. This time I didn't have to strive for anything. A quality of ease spread over us.

When readers don't like the book, it's usually because they feel that romantic love is pass or somehow needs more irony.

My God, the corruptions of literature. It put all these notions into our heads.

Because it is the Midwest, no one really glitters because no one has to, it's more of a dull shine, like frequently used silverware.

At least with pets, and for all I know, people too, intelligence and quick-wittedness have nothing to do with a talent for being loved, or being kind, nothing at all, less than nothing.