Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of clans: loud drunks, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, screaming children, would-be suicides. And don't forget indigestion. I wasn't different from anyone else: There sat the 18-pound bird on my sink, dead, plucked, totally disemboweled. Iris would roast it for me.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

Our disappointment sits between us.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.