You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

I wanted to be an actor. My parents were not too keen on that.

Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.

-Who are you, anyway? -Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.

But that was in the days when they expected perils to come from without, and nothing made less sense by that time than a survival room buried in a house itself becoming one big coffin.

It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.