She wanted out of the decorating scheme.

I think it is important to remind people of the extent of our free will.

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

The window was still open.” Mr Lisbon said. “I don’t think we’d ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close it or else she’d go on jumping out of it forever

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.

All wisdom ends in paradox.

Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling.