I read in announcements of deaths 'peacefully in his sleep' and I wonder how many of those are true. Maybe they are just conventional. I hope they are true whenever I read it of someone. [But] I would rather be awake. Peacefully awake, brim full of some calming drug that was seeing me out of the door, having said my farewells.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

I apologize for being obvious, but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play I feel a little sorrowful that I'll never know the man, or any man of such warm intelligence.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen.

What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult?

I'm sorry to say that far worse things have happened and the literature of the Holocaust is a witness to the capacity of the novel as a form.