Where did you go to school?” Piers inquired. “Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.

She still remembered sitting for hours as a little girl and pretending to be a hassock. A foot stool. Because if she could just stay very small, and very quiet, her mother would forget she was there, and then she wouldn't scream about people and places and things that had gone wrong.

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel.

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.