She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.

I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.

Three times a day Petrovich showed up at the nurse's office for his injections, always using the hypodermic needle himself like the most craven of junkies, though after shooting up he would play the concert piano in the auditorium with astounding artistry, as though insulin were the elixir of genius.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

But, like anyone in love, Madeleine believed that her own relationship was different from every other relationship, immune from typical problems.