So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

I'm not so sure that I can teach people how to, you know, write dialogue or create plot or anything like that. But if I can get them and grab them by the scruff of the neck and say, you can do this, and if I see that fire in their eyes, that's when I think I know a writer.

I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.

I guess this is what marriage is, or was, or could be. You drop the mask. You allow the fatigue in. You lean across and kiss the years because they're the things that matter.

I have the most charmed, most - I feel entirely blessed and lucky that I have the life that I have.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.