Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

All that kept her from breaking was that it was not an image of strength that was leaving her; she would be just as strong without him.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

There are no second acts in American lives.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.