Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

Everyone may be ordinary, but they're not normal.

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdivided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfashionable good, and ditto for bad. Within fashionable good, there's formal and then there's casual; there's hip, there's cool, there's trendy, there's snobbish. Mix 'n' match.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.