We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.

I know one thing you don't. I know the difference between Right and Wrong. They didn't teach you that at school.' Rose didn't answer; the woman was quite right: the two words meant nothing to her. Their taste was extinguished by stronger foods--Good and Evil.

They think my mother's ashes are marijuana.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

Fame is a powerful aphrodisiac.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.