Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.

She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.