I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.

The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.