I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sku was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

The essential matrimonial facts: that to be happy you have to find variety in repetition; that to go forward you have to come back to where you begin.

our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Usually my ideas are small.

This can't be true but I remember it.